After waking up at 6am after having less than 2 hours sleep, trying to remember why you are dragging your body out of bed. Preparing to walk to the bus station at 7am to get there for a bus that leaves at 7.50am is tough. So why bother? That was the thought that ran through my mind this Sunday. However, glancing at the desk once more to understand what today meant to thousands of people was ultimately the reason that I got out of bed.
The bus journey to Preston made me feel sick. We picked up Jen at the underpass, and whilst the two of them chatted I started out of the window. I never understood why I have developed travel sickness for just buses...random. When we got to the bus station we would have to grab a cab to moor park because not originating from Preston sadly meant I barely knew my way around. Sure I had seen Penworth a number of times, I had been to the train station countless of times, and in the centre 4 times. But seriously I was no where near finding my way around just yet. But then the number 40 bus went straight along side it moor park! What were the chances! This also meant however, we were far to early. Like how about 2 hours. Lol. The race started at 11am and the warm up’s / when you should be arriving at 10am. We got to the middle of the park around 2 hours early. Great.
Running through the crowd, Hearing people cheer
Taking part in the warm up’s, hearing people’s stories
MAKES YOU FIGHT THE PAIN
There is nothing that takes away that feeling. I complete the race for life feeling estactic. I ran this for my best friend's dad this year. But also for my grandma who survived along time ago and Ray, our friend who is still fighting.
One day there will be a cure. And until then I guess I'll just keep running each year :)
Peace x
Instead of a quote here is something different that I found.
THE CANCER CHANT, I WILL RANT.
A poem contributed by a visitor of Healing Cancer Naturally
Cancer I did not give you the right,
To invade my body and take a bite.
This is my body and with all my might,
I will prevail with one hell of a fight.
To the cancer inside, I will battle and kill.
For that is my body's God given will.
To my cancer, these words I do send.
Your life is short and near the end.
(For Lucy & all those fighting cancer)
J Joens, 10/13/05
Don’t say your world stopped [following a cancer diagnosis], you can make the choice today to turn it around so that your world will only just begin. It is a good experience to learn how to overcome a cancer diagnosis and to be in charge of your body rather than a victim. Laugh often - it is good medicine.
Allan, “terminal” colon cancer victor
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