The girl who couldn't run.

Have you ever seen a sight more beautiful than this?   Here it is. The big event. This blog has taken me so long to write because of a multitude of reasons.  1. I was on a huge high from the weekend, and I've still been replaying the whole experience over and over again, that I was there. 2. I am equally absolutely exhausted from the weekend, I thought I would sleep in the car on the way home, but again. I was on too much of a high.  3. Work. (I have no other words on this front.) So, here we go.  It was quite a long journey to Saturday. What with events unfolding on Thursday evening of the Queen's passing. My excitement had been subdued because we did not know if the run was actually going to go ahead. It was said that we would know Friday morning. Way to put a blow on something I've been looking forward to for 9 months. The website wasn't updated until lunchtime. We (Paul, James, Shelby, Haile and I) were on tenterhooks as to whether we would be seeing each other ...

 Well, here we are. I'm a bit numb on what to say really. As I'm typing this, it is 12.45pm so hopefully, this time next week I will be at the finish line with that medal around my neck, a pint in my hand and probably a LOT of tears!  As I mentioned last week, this week has been probably the most challenging of the lot, due to my strain I've had to do the unthinkable and, rest . So this has of course meant no running. So, what on earth am I going to talk about in this week's blog? Well, I think it's probably about time I did some reflection on this "journey" I have been on.  So, this whole Great North story began probably this time last year. Parkrun had started up and I was going pretty consistently. I'd achieved 10ks (probably not at the best times) but I could run 10k. The age old thing of "If you can run 10k you can run a half marathon." I had always said. I will never do a half marathon. But then the seed was planted and very quickly tur...