Oi! Whose that RunDemCrew?!

So it’s my last night in Berlin, I am sipping a whisky sour and munching a chocolate brownie, thinking about how blessed I am. I need to take the time out to just thank the Divine intention that has allowed me to be who I am. This shit rocks. No refunds or exchanges. I am happy to be here.

FACT.

To be here in this time and place, surrounded by characters that amuse, vex, love and push me. To be in this awesome city that is full of life and culture. To have witnessed what hard work and dedication can achieve when applied diligently and correctly.

Watching 40k people cross the start line of the Berlin Half, solidified an idea I’d been toying with for a while.

I AM GOING TO RUN FOREVER.

In the run up to the race, I had bitched about being benched and even devised a plan to run away early Sunday morning and just re group after I’d snatched my medal. But I knew there was a lesson to be learned. But was I big enough to let my yes be a yes and my no be a no?

After much smack talk, I decided to do the right thing and stand on the other side of the barriers. And I’m so glad I did.

One by one, as my crew mates came blowing into the home straight, there I was, stood on a box, waving a cowbell, screaming my ass off. And that moment when someone who really needs you, spots you and wilds the fuck out, is the best visual orgasm ever. I cried many times.

There were gunfingers, kisses, tears and anger. I was out there for three hours, urging everyone of my crew to make it home in one piece because I know that feeling.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!” I kept screaming at Algy, who too had been benched due to injury.

In three weeks time, I’m going to need support like a three way sports bra from M&S. I have to rest of training and pray that my body remembers what it needs to do. I have to have confidence in my abilities. I have to have the time of my life, cause God knows when I’m going to get to do this again.

‘If you don’t run, you must cheer!’

I do run. And I cheer. Because both sides of the barriers are part of the same race.

Come on London, I am waiting.

DO DA TING!

Cx