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One Week to 'GO!'




Well, that’s it! I ran my last long training session this morning and after weeks of hard work I’m counting down the days until the 2016 Cardiff Half Marathon on 2 October. I’ve quite literally run up hills and down dales, I’ve run short sharp races across sand and, thanks to the company of my running buddy Helen, the long runs haven’t been quite so lonely. All I can do now is to try to stay as fit as possible and avoid colds and lurgy before race day.

Thanks to the kindness of many supporters, my JustGiving page stands at £486.98 raised for Pancreatic Cancer UK. This LINK will take you to the page on Pancreatic Cancer UK’s website showing the valuable research projects the charity is funding. This LINK takes you to Pancreatic Cancer UK’s tribute wall and explains why this cause is so important to me.


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Pondside said…
You are amazing! Good luck in the week ahead - stay strong and healthy! I'll be checking back to see how you've done.
25 September 2016 at 09:03
Frances said…
Dear Chris, with all your excellent training and strong motivation, I just know this Half is going to be one of your best. Hoping that the weather will be fine...and looking forward to seeing that photo of you that Tom will be taking at the finish line. xo
25 September 2016 at 15:38
Clare Chase said…
Loads of luck, Chris! xx
26 September 2016 at 07:56
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