For anyone interested in my Race For Life:
First of all I have to say a massive THANK YOU!!! to everyone who sponsored me (itís not too late if you didnít get chance http://www.raceforlifesponsorm
ndma) and supported me on my journey to the race.
Although it took a whole bunch of hard work and sore knees on my part, that would all have been pointless if people hadnít dug into their purses, wallets, bank accounts and sofas to give their money to Cancer Research.
I wish I could make a twenty-tier chocolate cake for you all to show how much I appreciate your help, but there may not be enough chocolate in Glasgow. So I will just have to keep saying THANK YOU!
On the day
I arrived at Glasgow Green with my family and lovely bf an hour before the race started. In a moment of madness I had believed the weather report when it said Sunday would be sunny, so I spent the next couple of hours shivering in my cropped running trousers and thin t-shirt.
The runners went off first (I counted myself as a jogger, hence the looooong wait), but finally it was my turn to enter the funnel ready to line up along the road.
The joggers and walkers started together in batches of around 100. I was on the front line of my particular grouping so when the horn sounded I had a nice clear road ahead of me. Then I caught up with the walkers from the previous batches. I wish I had a run tracker because I must have done at least 2K extra with weaving around the walkers in front!
The first half flew by and sooner than I thought possible I passed the 3K marker flag. A little after this I realised that my legs felt very heavy. And a little after that I realised I felt sick. My mantra for the last kilometre was ďDonít throw up, donít throw up, donít throw upĒ. Not exactly the stuff of legends! But it worked, as I jogged all the way to the finish line (except once when I got stuck behind a wall of walkers) and did not throw up. Result.
I staggered across the line and got a free bottle of water, a brioche and, most importantly, my medal. I also got a hug off a stranger because I was crying, which kind of sums up the whole atmosphere of the race.
Now I just need to find somewhere prominent to keep my medal; Iím far too proud of it to stick it away in a drawer.
The money part
At the moment the grand total is sitting at £511.05; thatís more than double what I was aiming for when I signed up for the race!
This amount of money could:
∑ Buy enough glass slides for scientists to examine 15,300 tumour samples down a microscope.
∑ Equip 20 scientists with a lab coat and a pair of safety goggles.
∑ Fund one cancer information nurse for four days, to provide a confidential service for anyone with concerns about cancer.
∑ Or cover the basic costs for 5 women to take part in a clinical trial to improve survival rates for early-stage breast cancer.
But most importantly it will give cancer a massive kick in the face, and bring us just a bit closer to curing all types completely.
I know I canít get my Grandma back no matter how many races I run, but if I can help just one person beat cancer and stay with the people they love then Iíll run until my feet fall off (hopefully wonít be necessary).
So watch this space. Next year Iíll be running all over cancer again, but this time for twice as long!