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Running for life

Last weekend was pretty special.  Two people I consider to be very important were running for life.  Simultaneously, but in different events, they ran and they ran and they ran.  My sister, Honor, ran her first (and, she says, likely last) half marathon starting and finishing in Hyde Park.  My best friend, Charlotte, ran the Abington 10k alongside her own sister, Susie.

Charlotte (left) with Susie post Abington 10k
Honor having just finished the Royal Parks Foundation Half Marathon

Sisters are important.  Ours are, we think, super important.  Honor, Charlotte and Susie all did brilliantly.  The autumn sunshine provided the perfect backdrop for their awesome achievements in London and Cambridgeshire respectively, and I cheered my lungs out waiting for Honor alongside fellow 'Team Bones' supporters, firstly at the half way point, and then again when she passed 9 miles, and finally as she came through Alexandra Gate on the home straight with just 600km to go.  

Honor was running for the Bone Cancer Research Trust whose post race hospitality was not to be sniffed at.  They put on a most impressive spread for runners and supporters, and I took great delight in feeding my little sister whilst recording the moment taking photos (a mini gallery of big smiles and swollen toes) and posting updates on her Facebook page.  

Charlotte was running for the hell of it.  And why not!  6 months on from radiotherapy and she's building up to her own half marathon.  Today she ran 9 miles.  No medals this time: just for fun.  The woman is a legend.  
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month



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