My Story
Two years ago I did my first race for life. Predictably I had got the start time wrong and had to ring my dad, who then had to sprint from his house to the start line with about 3 seconds to spare, for me to throw him my baby and my dog, before the race started. My dad spent the race, jiggling my daughter and yelling his head off as if I was running an ultra marathon, instead of limping around my local park. Two years later my lovely dad died from cancer. So this year on the evening of sept 23rd, with some lovely people from my village I am running it again, in memory of Robin Dollery. I know 5k isn't really much to shout about and I can't pretend to have put in hours of training, but if you want an excuse to give to a great charity, I can promise you, my knees will hurt, my face will be bright red, and about half way through I will have convinced myself I am having a heart attack, so I will at least have undergone some pain for your donation. Please give if you can, It really does make a difference.
