About me:
Part-time carer for my increasingly fragile mum, part-time dabbler with words, part-time practitioner in the art of paper-clip management and photocopier centurion. Cat lover, walker, daydreamer, one-time cartwheeler, eater of Eccles Cakes, cream teas, Cartmel sticky toffee puddings (not all in one go), listener of cheesy music, sometimes loner and general daft apeth. |
Why do I run:
Because one day, when I'm old, and my legs can no longer take flight like they do now. When freedom - escape - will be an ice-cream sundae with an ancient best friend. (Somewhere spacious, where we can both park our walking frames and chat about the old days, and where we might go on the Ring and Ride.) I'll look back on my running with love and gladness and remember how utterly liberating it was. I need to run to breathe and to feel at one with the elements: before the ice cream sundaes beckon and all I've got is that ancient best friend. |
Why I started running:
To help me cope with my mum's vascular dementia.
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