Last weekend a few members of Face put down their iphones, closed the laptops and picked up their trainers all in the name of charity. The girls went off and did a 5K run for cancer research and our research director Philip walked 100K in the Yorkshire Dales. Philip’s not mad enough to do something like that for nothing of course, so it was all in the name of Oxfam. He can’t quite bring himself to talk about it just yet, but has described it as an equal mix of wonderful and horrific. He finally limped round in 30 hours and 3 minutes and will never consume another energy bar or isotonic drink for as long as he lives. Charlotte has kindly written about her experience so take it away….
Last Saturday I visited a sports shop, and actually brought something, now to put this in context the last time I wore trainers was the 1999 Thomas Telford School Sports day. Which might come as even more of a surprise to some of my colleagues who had assumed, me being from ‘Up North’ I was forced to run barefoot around a coal mine with whippets snapping at my heels.
The reason for such a rare occurence is because on Sunday, alongside my brilliant Face colleagues, Georgie and Lucy, I ran, (and not for the no.73 bus) but the Race for life 5k through the City of London. Obviously to any marathon runner out there 5k is a mere warm up but for the less well trained the 5k marks the 1st hurdle to overcome (and hopefully achieve).
So my preparation for the run was somewhat limited as I appeared to have a condition that rendered me hopeless and breathless after 15minutes of running whilst Lucy and Georgie skipped ahead and also with being so busy at Face and all…(although to be fair Andrew runs 5k most lunch times without breaking into a sweat).
So it’s 10am, we’re in Moorgate and it’s the day of the race, I’m wearing my new t-shirt and shorts and whilst feeling slightly scratchy and starchy I’m liking how professional I outwardly appear. Que emotional speeches, tears, hugs and motivating cheers and we move towards the starting line- for ‘runners’ mind, although having seen quite a few women on route smoking a crafty fag/eating McDonalds breakfast I feel in good company and slightly more hopeful.
15 minutes later and after what seemed like a life time of a warm up in the blistering sun we started and I got a very small taste of what marathon runners must feel like…So I ran and I kept running and with the support of my Face peeps I ran the whole way in 35 minutes! Georgie being the pro she is managed to take photos as well (check them out) and as Lucy puts it which sounds even better, “that’s 7 minutes K’s that we kept up all the way” which apparently means we could have done it faster- I’m not convinced, I was just happy to cross the line with a huge smile on my face.
So I feel ecstatic, I’ve raised some money for charity, made my family proud (it’s always the small things) and have a new found respect and love for running and looking for my next running challenge..coincidentally Race for Life’s next (new) event is a 10k in Autumn…you’ve got to love marketing…













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