Monday was race day, I set off to the start line with anticipation, excitement and apprehension as to whether my training would be enough. Despite my worries the run went well, the sun was out and the atmosphere was electric. The adrenaline of running and knowing you’re doing it for such a good cause really does make you forget the physical endurance.
The Vitality 10km has real sentimental meaning for me, it was the first race I watched live and I still vividly remember cheering my big brother across the finish line. He really is and always will be my inspiration.
This year his two wonderful daughters were there to cheer me on and I hope that they too will be able to find some comfort in knowing that we are doing our bit to honor their daddy and also help other families just like ours.
6 years on and I still miss him everyday but knowing that by running in his footsteps I can help to support so many others, makes the pain a little more bearable. I’ve raised over £500 this year and still counting! Thank you!