Today was the day I was meant to be running the Reading Half-Marathon. As you’ll know, I’ve been injured continuously almost since January. So, the closest I got to the half-marathon was watching from my kitchen window as the route went past my house.
And I was sad that I wasn’t out there with them. But also realised that my foot was in no shape for a 20km run, despite it getting much better.
As it’s gotten better, a number of other things have happened that mean I’ve come to the end of a dark chapter in my life. And I’m looking forward to the future, with hope and optimism.