Tomorrow morning is Saturday morning, which means one thing for our family, parkrun.

I will head off early in the morning with whichever kids are awake and keen to come on a 5km timed run with me at the local botanic gardens.

Sometimes, I wonder why I do this.

I can’t run like I used to and after a 10 month hiatus due to Covid lockdowns, I’m even slower.

It will most likely be raining tomorrow morning, which may make it uncomfortable.

I’m tired after a busy week and could do with the sleep in.

There are times when my knees creak, my calves cramp and my lungs feel like they will burst.

Then I remember that even though I can’t run like I used to, I can still run.

I may not be as fast as my own teenage children, but the legs still turn over.

The day will come when I can no longer run.

Hopefully, that’s a long way off, but it will come at some stage.

But in the meantime, I will set my alarm, grab my parkrun barcode and enjoy the challenge of trying to get my times down again.