Got to Run Mum

I have been marvelling at my bruises all week! A sign of the effort that I put into what was up there with the best days of my life. If I am honest the Spartan Sprint filled me with dread. I'd seen youtube videos. The participants look fit, ridiculously fit. I still see myself as being a pretender to the running scene, having not quite shifted the couch potato tag in my mind. Somehow I'd roped my sister-in-law to join in too! Both doing our bit to raise funds for a wonderful charity. It wasn't a great start to the day when I managed to read the sat nav wrong a whopping four times. I hate running late. I am always early. Always. I needn't have worried. We got there in plenty of time. Our wave time beckoned. There was an obstacle to get into the holding pen. Now I was worried. "We are Spartans!" Chanted the crowd of ridiculously fit types. It was hard not to get swept up into the atmosphere, even if the mud at my feet was making me a little anxious. Ha! If

Richmond Running Festival I want to start off by saying, I love running! I never ever thought I'd feel that way. When I first started, huffing and puffing as I struggled to make it out the front door let alone for the 30 second bursts that I'd run for, I couldn't imagine actually enjoying it. But I do. I need to run now. It provides a release like no other and a sense of accomplishment I've never felt before... So needed at the moment when we are feeling like failures in so many other ways (long story I will save for another post but as it currently stands we are due to be homeless in two months! I'm coping remarkably well, facing your child having cancer puts so many things in perspective. Everything is going to be alright) When I run, I am strong. I conquer. I overcome. So, Richmond Running Festival. Why the enthusiasm? Well, my Dad came along for the experience and took part himself. Along with my husband, he is my rock, my constant and my best friend. To h