Anyone who knows me will tell you I’m Not A Sporty Person. I don’t exactly run like Phoebe from Friends, but if you saw me run, well, you’d probably laugh, especially at my wobbly bits.
Which is why I decided that I was going to join my colleagues in walking, not running, the Tesco and Cancer Research Race for Life in Battersea Park last night.
One of us is pregnant (with twins) so we walked at her pace. My sister and niece passed us on the way, as did all the runners, but it didn’t matter. We had a lovely time walking the 5km (it’s really not very far) and chatting.
Of course, the point of Race for Life is lots of women uniting to raise money for a very important cause: Cancer Research UK.
I did the race in memory of my uncle, who died from mesothelioma. My sister and niece ran for my mum’s cousin, who died recently from kidney cancer, and an old family friend, who has had malignant melanoma.
At one point, we noticed a woman walking in front of us with a photo of a little boy on her back. The dates under his photo told us he had died when he was just nine years old.
It was an incredibly moving experience, and one I feel honoured to have been part of. If you’ve never considered it, I’d definitely recommend it.
We finished in 1 hour 15 minutes and that was alright with us. And here I am with some of my colleagues in the hospitality tent afterwards. Yes, I have been facepainted.