“I don’t think I can go any further,” came a small voice in front of me.
“You can,” said her mum. “Do it for Nanna.”
And with that, the pair seemed to find a new burst of energy and were hurtling off towards the finishing line. If there was one emotion that shone through on Savile Park on Sunday during Halifax’s first Race For Life (and there were lots of emotions believe me), it was pride.
I was proud that I managed to get round the 5k circuit (although I would have liked to have done more running than fast walking but ooh was it hard on that bumpy grass), proud to be part of the Courier team and just generally proud to be taking part in this wonderful event.
Never had so much tulle, marabou and sparkle been gathered in one place. The moor was an explosion of hot pink and if you’d unravelled every frilly tutu, then surely there would have been enough net to have gone round the Piece Hall walls a dozen times. Before the off we heard from one brave mum who had lost her little girl to a rare form of liver cancer. As a result, she had vowed to run the Race for Life every year from now on. A huge cheer went up (and we all mopped our eyes.) Names and pictures of loved ones were poignantly displayed, a reminder of why we had all signed up. I’ve no idea how much was raised but every penny will count towards vital research and the hope that one day a cure will be found. This was my first Race For Life. It will not be my last.