Of course, I blame this foolhardiness on all of you wonderful people who have made me believe in myself, and have encouraged me to think I can take on the world.
My dad died of cancer on March 3rd and emotionally, I was in a very bad place for about a month. We hadn't spoken or seen each other for 20 years, and he called me on his deathbed to apologise for stuff and to tell me he loved me. I forgave him, and told him I loved him too. He asked me to send him photos of my kids and to fill in all the memories he'd missed out on. Sadly, he died the next day, and I never got the chance to do that. I was so angry, upset, and felt cheated, but I was determined not to start drinking, so I started running.
This run is my way of showing my dad ( and nan) that they are in my thoughts, and if any one of you kind people could give just £1, I would be over the moon. justgiving.com/tracyfrancis