30th Running Anniversary!

(Not thirty years ago, probably 25, but it's the best I could do)

I don't think I mentioned that this Spring is the 30th Anniversary of my first running race - aged 7 in a playing field in Cambridge. It makes me dewy-eyed thinking about the privilege I've had of enjoying running in the years that have followed, particularly the last five years since I re-found it and the child-like joy of racing.

It's part of the reason I've been set on racing next week despite the slow start I had to the year. It'll be my celebration! And will be a good focus for my emotional preparation for the race... Tears on the start line are a recipe for success I have learnt.