Last year I signed up for the Great North Run to raise money for the British Heart Foundation. I wanted to raise money for BHF because of the good work they do for those with a heart condition, something close to my heart. My brother Mem was born with a heart problem that he suffered with all his life. Sadly Mem lost his fight for life 3 years ago. My husband Jon has also suffered and had a quadruple heart by pass 4 years ago. I wanted to raise money and give something back for all their good work.
Shortly before the race I found out that I was pregnant with twins and followed advice not to run. Fortunately my husband Jon took over and did the run for both of us. This is what I wrote on the day:
I have to say what a fantastic event the Great North Run is! it is packed with fun, energy, optimism, enthusiasm and raw emotion.
The start of the race is a long drawn out affair but no-one minds. There are plenty of fluids provided to the runners at the start line which caused an outpouring of runners leaving the start for an emergency toilet break. It was all very French with everyone using the bushes and trees along the course to relieve themselves, women and men alike.
The organisers put on a warm up which was displayed on the huge screens to all the participants, about 10 minutes before the off which all the runners participated in and seemed to enjoy.
The Metro radio DJ who was being piped out was a jolly man who was equally funny and sincere in his broadcast. He had us in tears when he asked everyone to spend a few minutes remembering their loved ones and why we were all there representing different charities and then playing “Abide with me”. It was very moving!
Ant and Dec started the run and must have sore hands today.
They started people running by slapping the runners hands as they passed them and wishing them good luck with the sounds of “Let’s get ready to rumble” in the background.
And then 13 uphill miles to the finish line to receive a finishers medal. The support on the course was fantastic! People were coming out of their homes to give the runners sweets and biscuits as well as moral support of cheers, chants and applause. Well done all!
I was amazed at the finish line by the number of runners wearing silver ponchos who had the energy to be walking around the town to get to transport and eventually home.
A marvelous day! I look forward to next year!”