Not so long ago I sat and made a list with my gorgeous friend Michelle Gooch. I wouldn’t exactly call it a bucket list – more like a wish list – of things that we would do when she got better.
Some of it was inane – like making home made jam with home made scones – some of it was probably over-reaching – like flying first class to New York for my 40th – and some of it was just the stuff we would do when she was healthy – happily ticking off those things she hadn’t quite yet had a chance to do. That is where running the City the Surf fitted in. At the time we joked I may have to push her but, also knowing her amazing family and friends, I knew that if it came to that I wouldn’t be alone.
Fast forward some seven months and I find myself standing in the Blue starting pack with Mich’s husband Neil on one side (pictured with me here) and my own husband Bede on the other. While my training regime had been patchy to say the least, friends had assured me I’d be fine – “the adrenaline and the atmosphere will carry you the first seven kilometres” they said. “You won’t even realise how far you’ve run until you get into the home stretch.”
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