Almost a run

We set out for a parkrun. On the way we saw a traffic jam ahead and fire engines zooming down the wrong side of the road. We detoured to a different parkrun, arriving just in time.
I missed the start (I'm a slow walker), but got to the start line to see Mrs S and our running chums gathered around a fallen runner. The casualty was our friend Mr B.
I escorted him back to the cafe, even with a twisted ankle he walked faster than me. We sat and chatted over a cuppa, and admired the flowers for sale.
Almost a run.