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Running The 'Diff 2016



Some 22,000 runners are taking part in the 2016 Cardiff University Half Marathon but as I thread my way through the crowd to my starting pen, I feel lonely and a bit daunted. I know
people will be thinking of me, but I won’t be seeing any of my family en route as I don’t feel it’s reasonable to ask them to turn out for such a busy event. In my pen, however, I’m quickly gathered up by a group of blokes who offer Jelly Babies and talk race tactics. The fellow feeling between runners is a real tonic! I start to relax and enjoy the fantastic atmosphere. The race starts at 10 am - later than I would normally run - and it takes seven minutes to get to the start. Then I’m away!

It’s a glorious day in Cardiff; there’s no wind, the sun is shining… and it’s absolutely boiling! By mile 4, I know I’m not going to make the time I set for myself - that sub 2 hours so tantalisingly within reach. It’s just too hot for me and the busy field requires energy-sapping weaving between runners so I just dig in and do the best I can.

The support from the crowds in Cardiff is always brilliant and this year is no exception; every mile of the route is lined with people cheering and lending their encouragement, there are choirs and bands, old folks and babies and I try to ‘high five’ as many children as my energy levels permit. Oh, and I certainly don’t have to worry about being short of Jelly Babies or Haribou sweeties as so many kind spectators are handing them out to weary runners - in fact by the end of the course, the smell of Jelly Babies is rather overwhelming in the heat; all I want is a long cold drink!

I’m running for Pancreatic Cancer UK so I’ve stitched a photo of my dad to the front and back of my race vest. At mile 9, Dad suddenly defies my sewing and flies off my shoulder! Oh no, has he abandoned me? Rose says later he was just lifting the weight off my shoulders which is a lovely thought. Two years ago, when I last ran this race, I was thinking not only of my dad but also of the tiny little spark who became Bee, who my daughter, Lily, was carrying. This year, there’s an equally happy glimmer of the future to contemplate, all being well.

As I cross the finish line I’m absolutely exhausted - I’ve given it all I have. The wonderful students of Cardiff University who’ve given up their time to volunteer to give out finishers’ goodies are of many nationalities and religions - food for thought in these Brexit times. I express my thanks to the young woman in the hijab who places a medal round my neck and her beautiful face lights up. Then it’s a 20 minute trudge to meet Tom and another 20 minute walk to the car by which time I’ve got nothing left in the tank. At Lily and Russ’s house in Cardiff, Lily runs me a bath and tenderly dresses me afterwards in the first reversal of our roles.

Checking the official results, my time’s slower than I hoped for - 2:14:12 but I’m 50th out of 175 women in my category and 9935 overall which I’m pretty chuffed with. But the best news is that thanks to the generous support of so many kind people, I’ve raised £576 for Pancreatic Cancer UK. My heartfelt thanks to everyone who made that happen.

I would also like to thank everyone involved in the wonderful event that was the 2016 Cardiff University Half Marathon and made it such a memorable day.

PS. It turns out I did have a supporter in the crowd - Lily’s lovely friend Ruth - and I didn’t even hear her shouting! So, sorry, Ruth - you’re a star!

The blessed relief of seeing the finish line!

Comments

Maggie Christie said…
Fabulous, Chris. Well done again on such a brilliant time in the heat. You describe the event so beautifully. I'm massively envious that I can't run it now - but I'm so glad I can cheer you on.
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you so much, Mags - and you really did. Just look at that wonderful sum you helped raise. Cx
Kath said…
I was struggling against brambles in that heat and I know I could never walk a half marathon, let alone run one, so I am full of admiration that you did so. Congratulations, Chris - you described the race so well, I felt like I wanted to be a part of it. Now where are those jelly babies...?
Chris Stovell said…
Here, have mine, Kath, *passes the jelly babies hastily*! Aw, thank you so much; the atmosphere in Cardiff on race day is absolutely brilliant and the crowd is so supportive that I might just have do another one... PS I wouldn't have fancied tackling brambles so hats off to you!
Rustic Pumpkin said…
I've never been a runner, so have the utmost respect for you doing this. Incredibly well done, especially as it was so hot. Beautifully written piece on what is an emotional event on many levels.
Chris Stovell said…
Ah, thanks Deborah - the memory of the heat is starting to fade now and I can think about all the good bits. It's always emotional though - and I had a good cry once I'd crossed that finish line!
Pauline Barclay said…
Fantastic Chris you are a serious star with your runner, and of course, your writing. Go you lovely. You make us runner very proud of you. xxx
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you, Pauline - that's nice of you! xx
Jane Lovering said…
That's an amazing time - don't beat yourself up! Plus heat, lots of people etc etc...i don't know how you do it but you should be very proud of yourself!
Chris Stovell said…
Oh, thank you Jane - getting over myself now - and some good has come out of it too so all's well!
Frances said…
Dear Chris, I add my congratulations to those that have already appeared. You are quite remarkable in your energy and commitment. I am very, very impressed.

It's grand that the day was a pretty one, but perhaps the next race you run will be on a slightly cooler day. I remember when the NY City Marathon began, it was run in October, and then, over the years it began to be scheduled in early November.

xo
Chris Stovell said…
Dear Frances, good to hear from you and thank you for your kind comment. The next race I'm scheduled to run is the Llanelli HM in March - this is a race which has often been cold, wet and windy... so I shall probably complain about that! xx
Flowerpot said…
That is brilliant Chris - I am full of admiration! X
Totally brilliant, both the run and the writing!
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you so much, Sue and Elizabeth - much appreciated xx

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