A Perfect Pink Poppy
I was one of those sad kids last left in the line-up. I couldn’t (and still can’t) run, throw, catch, jump or hit a ball with a bat, or racket, or my foot. I am categorically, pants at sport. It’s ok though really, ‘cos I haven’t got a competitive bone in my body either.
However, in June I will be doing the ‘Race for Life’ in aid of Cancer Research UK. Last year I did the 5k with a friend, and this year I’m upping my game to do the 10k with one of my daughter’s for support (or to carry me…). Of course, you will have guessed, I have no intention of doing any actual running, but I’ll walk as fast as I can. Last year Net and I did run the last bit, the bit where people were watching and cheering, and I think we may have fooled one or two into thinking we were capable of running the whole thing. My body knows different though.
I have to be honest, 5k isn’t that bad. In fact, it felt almost like cheating, as I regularly walk the dog that far anyway, which is why I decided to go the whole hog and attempt the 10k this year. It could be a mistake. An over-estimation of my motivation. We’ll find out soon. Whatever happens though I know it will be fun to be part of.
Its heartwarming to see thousands of ladies, all dressed up in pink, most, like me, who don’t do ‘that sort of thing’, going for it en masse. Huffing and puffing our way round the course, chattering, encouraging, moaning, groaning… and, in a sad reflection of how pervasive this diabolic disease is, each of us have, pinned to our backs, our own story of encounters with cancer. Most, like me, are running in memory of family or friends that they have lost.
So, I’m in training. Long walks, with an occasional 30 second burst (most I can manage) of jogging for good measure. I’m looking forward to it in a quite nervous sort of way, and am hoping to raise just a little bit of awareness and maybe a bit of money for the wonderful work Cancer Research do. Have a look at their website, and if you’d like to support them you you can do it through my sponsorship page here.
The event takes place after my birthday, so I’ll be a very proud pensioner when I finish!! Oh yes, I’ll finish…it may take a while….