Almanac (Overseas) Life: Milano parkrun

 

I was an island in a lake of hugging and hollering and happy chaos, and the energy was catching.

I didn’t hear it, but Claire later told me a grab from ‘The Final Countdown’ was blasted as we gathered. Given I was about to undertake the Milano parkrun its 1980s bombast was probably a welcome supplement to the mise-en-scène.

By the start line was an Italian flag, and I joined the run briefing in English during which laminated maps were shared around. Unlike home there would be no defibrillator.

With a crescendo of noise, we were away! Fittingly, the initial dash was on cobblestones, and these then trended to dirt with a high chance of puddles.

European parkrun time is 9am as opposed to the Australian start of 8am, largely I guess because during the northern winter it’s then still dark. Today’s idyllic with an invigorating air. Milano is famed for its windlessness; it’s the anti-Chicago. This pleases me.

Dominating the north of Lombardy’s central city, Park Nord extends over four municipalities. Our Uber out here was a Mercedes Benz Vito; it’s imposing black finish befitting this fashion capital. Milan seems a wealthy place with smartly dressed folks, stylish attractions, and high-end eateries. I’m yet to spy a K-Mart.

Around the back of my first circuit, I see that most Italian of sporting landmarks: a velodrome. It’s all whizzing blurs of lyrca and metal. I’ve seen very few cyclists in the city, probably given the narrow streets are bunged up with buses, cars, and trams. Being collected by an errant Fiat Panda can be no bike-rider’s aspiration.

Moving past the fields of wild grass into the home straight, I jog through a grove of trees. Glancing at my old Swatch, I’m making reasonable time given we’ve both been crook with colds and I’m still shaking off jetlag. Being in Europe during our footy season I’m always a little surprised upon a weekend awakening that it’s half-time at the MCG. That’s an arresting symbol of our planet’s vastness.

One lap done and from the volunteers I hear lively Italian urgings and I’m electrified for these anonymous gestures. And there’s Claire waving, taking photos and calling out, ‘Go, Mickey Randall!’ How great to be unreservedly supported in this Saturday pursuit.

It’s both a blessing and a curse that I know what to expect on my second trip around.

I push on.

Although I’m about as competitive as lettuce there’s a healthy sense of rivalry in parkrun. I try to keep close to a guy in orange but can’t. The Patawalonga run in Glenelg appears to attract a wider variety of participants. Here, they’re all athletic and coolly confident.

 


Mickey’s Patawalonga parkrun

 

T-shirts are instructive texts and there’s a few about today. I spot a couple geezers in garb advertising Sussex’s Run Wednesdays and a white-bearded fellow with one announcing he competed in a 100k event (or at least paid his entry fee). As it’s bright yellow and obviously declares my Australian citizenship, I’m in my Singapore Sharks footy shirt. Did you know the Sharks host the world’s biggest Auskick programme?

Exhausted, I cross the line and find Claire. I’ve extended myself and am pleased. I’ve really enjoyed the various enthusiasms of the morning, and how these exist beyond language. I remain embarrassingly monolingual.

Fellow competitors help themselves to a complimentary drink that looks like cola. Curiosity urges me to claim one. It’s boiling and black and I wonder if it’s coffee which isn’t what I’d generally take after hard exercise. Sipping hesitantly, I discover it’s a sweet tea. Nearby is a plate of pastries.

Ahh, Italy.

During my run Claire spoke with a volunteer and of course he has a friend running a bar in Adelaide and I love this universal desire to locate connections.

Despite feeling lousy it’s the fifth best time of my brief parkrun career. Today, Milano hosts a compact but classy field with nearly two dozen runners getting around the five-kilometer course in under twenty minutes. I finish mid-field.

We head south through the park to the Metro and the lilac line. Duomo, mid-afternoon gelato, and the Last Supper await.

 

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No, instead I get out my Volleys, each with the inescapable hole, just by the little toe. What if someone bought a pair of Volleys and they didn’t develop these holes? The absence of holes would itself make a psychological hole.

Comments

  1. Well done Mickey. Your athletic achievement about 4.9km more than I could manage. Keenly looking forward to future European missives. Surely there are more leisurely treats to look forward to.
    I stood up for you at Gather Round in your absence. Will send you one of my “I Went to Gather Round and All I Got Was Covid” T Shirts. The Eagles long term injury list continues to lengthen.

  2. Thanks PB. It’s been a great trip. I reckon there’re a few stories in it! Milan an absolute highlight.

    The Gather Round looks to have been a final lap of honor for Gil. Mind you that lap could take a while to complete!

  3. Daryl Schramm says

    Enjoyable read Mickey. Milan Railway station (the inside) and the train ride to and from the airport was all we saw when we were in Milan. Lake Como was the focus. You are putting me to shame on the exercise front.
    Another round down and two by one-point results, and two absolute blowouts. I might have to check out the SANFUL this week.

  4. Thanks Daryl.

    Got home late Saturday afternoon, went for a run, had a couple beers and slept soundly. Thought I had jetlag sorted! Wrong. Been tough the last few days, but a small price to pay.

    Went to Glenelg and Norwood on Sunday and struggled to see how the Redlegs could go from premier to 0 and 4!

  5. Well played, Mickey.

    A nice way to see parts of the city that you might not otherwise

  6. Thanks Smokie. Ahead of at least one Melbourne trip this season, I’ve pencilled a Saturday parkrun in Carlton (Friday NFA beers permitting!).

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