Anyone who’s been following me on twitter or Facebook may have heard me gushing about how wonderful the Race For Life event was on Hampstead Heath and of how proud I am of everyone who took part. For those of you who haven’t heard it yet, I’m sorry because you’re about to!
I signed up to the 5K because I wanted to incorporate running into my life and needed a goal to make sure I stuck to my word. As it stands, I didn’t stick to my plan of using the couch to 5k programme but I did run albeit intermittently. Even though I didn’t get in as many runs as I’d have liked, there was an obvious, tangible improvement from week one where I could literally run the distance of two lamposts to last weekend where I ran for miles, all of a few months later.
On the morning of the event, once I’d stepped on the Tube I started to notice the odd item of pink clothing interspersed within the train carriage, by the time I got to Highbury and Islington for the overground for Hampstead Heath I was met by a whole sea of pink people!
The atmosphere was great and by the time we reached the actual event, gone was the fear of not being able to run the whole course or of falling flat on my face. Yes I wanted to prove to myself that I could run but more than anything I wanted to share in the moment and be proud of the money we had raised for Cancer Research to help fight cancer so one day these runs will no longer be needed.
Yup I got kind of emotional running around that course looking at all the ladies wearing their messages of loss or hope on their t-shirts. Some runners were cancer sufferers and it got me thinking of all that they had to endure and the strength and courage they had to get through their treatments. If they could fight cancer I’d be damned if I couldn’t kick ass and get through a 3.3mile run.
We did not give up. I started the race with two friends and finished it together. Rather than collapse to the floor we were still energised and instead vowed to continue running. The energy was immense. I am going to think of that moment when I go out in the drizzly English weather to loud the pavement when what I really want to do is curl up on the duvet and watch Private Practice. We battled demons and proved to ourselves we are capable. We we’re surrounded by strong, beautiful women who should all be proud of their accomplishments that day, both charitable and physical. I take off my hat to you all and look forward to running with you next year.