Putting things into perspectiveLast night I ran a (very enjoyable) women-only race which has been renamed in recent years, in honour of a lady called Anita Nott. Until last night all I knew about her was that she had been a runner who was "tragically killed" a couple of years ago.
It transpired at the awards presentation that she had left 2 boys, who were handing out all the trophies and flowers, and a man who I assumed to be her husband and their father. This morning I've found out that the man was in fact her fiancé at the time of her death, and that the boys' father had died 5 years previously from a brain tumour.
I was going to come on here and mention the race from my own point of view, maybe have a quick moan about my ongoing injury problems, but now all I can think about is how incredible those two boys are. They're only about 15 and about 10.
I also wanted to say - be really careful out on your training runs. She died whilst out for a run on holiday in North Yorkshire, when she was hit by a car and killed instantly.
If anyone wants to read it, the article is
here