It's not much in the great scheme of things - it wasnt a marathon, or even half a marathon, but it was 5km of us running, jogging and lots of speed walking, through boggy fields and long grass, to raise money for this very worthy cause.
It's also a time to reflect on how many people are affected by this disease. As you walk/jog/run round the course, it's inspiring to see why people choose to run for this charity. So many women with their handwritten signs on their backs, simply showing a name, a relative, people they have loved and lost or people still fighting. It's an honour to do this race for so many people and when you run you may just have one or two names written on your pink slip, but collectively we are racing for everyone who has or will be affected.
You can not help but feel the buzz of the day, and the emotion behind it - some people who can barely walk themselves, manage to complete it. Young children complete it, and there was one sign that couldn't fail to move anyone as a young girl of maybe 7 or 8 stated she was running for her little sister.
Cancer is vicious and cruel, it robs young and old, male and female - no-one is immune. My muscles ache this evening, but that is nothing to what people with cancer have to go through. The sooner we raise enough to eradicate this disease the better, and today I played a very small part in achieving this.
I will race every year for as long as I can, as no matter how small my part it's the least I can do.
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