It’s Easter Sunday, 8:45am. I’m at Westsyde Centennial Park with a sizable group of Run Clubbers. Jo Berry is very enthusiastically demonstrating this year’s “boogie moves” and this year’s “boogie songs”.
Generally, I am a little wary of cults of one type or another. The pure joy and enthusiasm of Jo draws me in. I’m a middle aged man and I’m dancing around like a teenager. Well, not exactly, but I was dancing. We were all dancing.
We start our run / walk. The weather seems perfect. Not too hot and not too cold. We are walking 3 minutes and running 3 minutes. What was unfathomable a month ago now seems pretty doable.
Our awesome coaches advise us to take it easy. I have no problem following this advice and settle in at the back of the pack. There are a couple of us there and we enjoy chatting about work, politics, and getting healthy.
I feel a little bad for the more speedy runners. They keep on circling back to pick us up. I really appreciate it, though, as no one feels left behind. It’s an awesome design feature of the Run Club sessions.
We get back to the park and start stretching. The sun is starting to beam down and Jo advises us to “put our bums in the sun”. I am ever grateful she didn’t make any politician redemption jokes.
We’ve only got a couple of weeks until the Boogie. I never thought I would do the Boogie. Now I can’t wait.