53 : happiness hit her like a train on the track

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
I was some giddy mixture of ecstatic and terrified when it came to stepping up to the start line today. It's been a long, long time since I've tried a 10K, and I was aiming to finish. That was it. I didn't care about times, about beating PBs, or about being in the top pool. I was just desperate to cross the line. And I did! 
I wound up being really pleased with my time, and the atmosphere of races are so fantastic. 

The event was organised by the Usk House Hospice, an incredible local organisation that offer respite care. I was blown away by how well organised it was, and the pool was really small! There could only have been 500 of us running, tops :)