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FINISHED THE GREAT NORTH RUN AND HAVE A MEDAL TO PROVE IT
Training went well (but could have been better!) and I finished in 3 hours, 49 minutes and 40 seconds. It was so HOT - no chance of running as much as I had planned; my aim became simply to finish. That last mile along the seashore went so quickly despite the complaining joints. And what an emotional moment as I crossed the line, and how I ached. My toes squelched in my shoes (but thankfully no blisters), my shoulders hurt. My hips screamed in protest. I had a bad dose of sunburn where the sun lotion had missed. But I had FINISHED. And I wasn't LAST!! I'd done what some people thought improbable at the beginning, but I knew I had to do
So thank you for visiting my fundraising page. If you havn't yet, please dig deep and sponsor me online.
If you would like me to come to speak to your group about the run, or my experiences of taking up running as a fat, unfit female fifty-year-old email me. If I can get to you easily (I live near Manchester) then all I ask is you make a donation to the society via this page. It would be nice to have travel expenses too, but that's optional.
WHY I DID IT Dementia has touched our family deeply. That's my Dad sitting down behind me. His mother died with dementia as did his eldest brother. His older brother who died on 24th May this year had it. And so does my Dad. This photo was taken a few months ago on holiday. He said to me "I'm having such a happy time. And the trouble is, I won't remember any of this tomorrow." That's the sad thing about dementia. It's like the pages of a cherished book lovingly written over many years being torn out page by page. And you never know which pages will be torn out next. The Alzheimer's Society has given us information, and searches for a cure. They campaign for drugs like Aricept to be available to everyone who could benefit, as my Dad has benefited. That's why I decided to take part in the 25th Great North Run to raise money for the society. Some people look at me strangely when I say I intend to run the Great North Run this year. Some involuntarily glance at my girth! But I will do all I can to finish. I'm getting fitter day by day. If I can't run it, I'll walk. And if I can't walk then I'll stagger. If you can support my mad gesture by sponsoring me I would be delighted. If you can't, wish me well! Donating through this site is simple, fast and totally secure. It is also the most efficient way to sponsor me: Alzheimer's Society will receive your money faster and, if you are a UK taxpayer, an extra 28% in tax will be added to your gift at no cost to you. So please sponsor me now! Many thanks for your support.
Training went well (but could have been better!) and I finished in 3 hours, 49 minutes and 40 seconds. It was so HOT - no chance of running as much as I had planned; my aim became simply to finish. That last mile along the seashore went so quickly despite the complaining joints. And what an emotional moment as I crossed the line, and how I ached. My toes squelched in my shoes (but thankfully no blisters), my shoulders hurt. My hips screamed in protest. I had a bad dose of sunburn where the sun lotion had missed. But I had FINISHED. And I wasn't LAST!! I'd done what some people thought improbable at the beginning, but I knew I had to do
So thank you for visiting my fundraising page. If you havn't yet, please dig deep and sponsor me online.
If you would like me to come to speak to your group about the run, or my experiences of taking up running as a fat, unfit female fifty-year-old email me. If I can get to you easily (I live near Manchester) then all I ask is you make a donation to the society via this page. It would be nice to have travel expenses too, but that's optional.
WHY I DID IT Dementia has touched our family deeply. That's my Dad sitting down behind me. His mother died with dementia as did his eldest brother. His older brother who died on 24th May this year had it. And so does my Dad. This photo was taken a few months ago on holiday. He said to me "I'm having such a happy time. And the trouble is, I won't remember any of this tomorrow." That's the sad thing about dementia. It's like the pages of a cherished book lovingly written over many years being torn out page by page. And you never know which pages will be torn out next. The Alzheimer's Society has given us information, and searches for a cure. They campaign for drugs like Aricept to be available to everyone who could benefit, as my Dad has benefited. That's why I decided to take part in the 25th Great North Run to raise money for the society. Some people look at me strangely when I say I intend to run the Great North Run this year. Some involuntarily glance at my girth! But I will do all I can to finish. I'm getting fitter day by day. If I can't run it, I'll walk. And if I can't walk then I'll stagger. If you can support my mad gesture by sponsoring me I would be delighted. If you can't, wish me well! Donating through this site is simple, fast and totally secure. It is also the most efficient way to sponsor me: Alzheimer's Society will receive your money faster and, if you are a UK taxpayer, an extra 28% in tax will be added to your gift at no cost to you. So please sponsor me now! Many thanks for your support.