I was not looking forward to the run - in fact dreading it, wanted it over with
- I was only doing it to raise money for CRY.
So it was with fear and trepidation that Joey,
three of his friends and I boarded the DLR train and set off for Greenwich,
along with several hundred others, all carrying the same huge Flora baggage
bags.
What a beautiful sunny day, perfect for
walking and watching, NOT for running especially as most of my training was in
the cold, wind, rain and even snow, what I really did not want was a hot sunny
day!
Joey
kindly agreed to start with me in PEN 9, the last to start and the atmosphere
was amazing.
The Rhinos, Elvis, three legged runners, giant
pig, runners dressed up as anything and everything all made their entrance to
the cheers of the other runners. And then there was the rest of us, names and
photos of our loved ones printed on T-shirts, so many sad stories, what a mix of
emotions.
I’d like to think Ben was there in spirit,
cheering us on, how he would have loved such a day. He was definitely in my
heart every step of the way even when I cursed him as the going got tough!
The run in fact is a bit of a blur. Joey
stayed with me for 4 miles, bless him, then I sent him off.
At 9 miles I felt incredibly sick, the heat I
think, there was no shade. Not finishing was never an option so I started
walking and jogging earlier than planned. As I walked I began to actually enjoy
the atmosphere, the crowds were amazing, calling our names, urging us on,
offering sustenance – jelly babies, biscuits, bananas and oranges, chocolate
bars.
The sun had brought everyone out and kept them
out. By 18 miles I was just walking but still able to power walk and was even
passing joggers! The crowds were still lining Birdcage Walk as I ‘powered’ my
way down and with 365yds to go I ran up The Mall to the finish. That final spurt
found me finishing in under 6 hours, unbelievable as my aim was to get my medal
on the day and finish before the road sweepers did their rounds!
At
the Hilton Hotel CRY laid on showers and a massage for their runners (one pretty
girl a leg, Joey was in his element).
Freddie, our little border terrier, was my
sole companion during the long hours of training but of course could not take
part. However, he still managed to save the day when I was violently sick in the
CRY mini bus but found one of his pooh bags in the nick of time. Not a very
dignified arrival at the Hilton!
The CRY team at the hotel was brilliant. I met
the founder, a very special lady.
Our supporters applauded as we staggered into
the bar.
The five of us who ran for Ben have raised
£11,000 so far for CRY who are doing so much towards screening and research
to try to prevent the 12 young lives a week in the UK who are needlessly
snatched from us far too soon.
I personally wanted to do all I could to
prevent even one family going through the pain and heartbreak of losing their
child.
In the end, unexpectedly, I had an
unforgettable day, one I never believed I could ever have in our life without
Ben. It shines like a beacon and maybe will lighten the way ahead, a little.
Thank you for your support.