Wednesday, 3 June 2015

MAYBE ONE DAY CANCER WILL JUST BE MY STAR SIGN NOT A KILLER DISEASE


Trainers laced up tightly, check.

Number pinned securely to your chest, affirmative captain.

Pink Dame Edna style glasses in place, flowery crown looking splendid, yes most definitely.

Specially dyed vintage long line girdle worn over your t-shirt and leggings looking like a rose tinted superhero, all present and correct.

C’mon then girl this is it, you’re all suited and booted and cancer best prepare to take on the wrath of over a thousand women , for today’s the day Rochester turns pink as it hosts the race for life  and guess who’s in the running to give cancer a jolly good kick up the bits .

Well I say running but since we’ve just done a warm up and I’m already knackered I think we know that’s not going to be happening so I make my way over to the blue jogging section with the rest of my clique.

 We wait overlooking Boley hill then a klaxon blows heartily and it’s off down the high street we go in a river of pink t shirts, tutus, feather boas and deely boppers.

Trainers pad slowly and steadily on the pavement , the jogging idea has already proved a tad over optimistic to keep going and as the heat emanating from my calves threatens to light any nearby barbeques I switch to my much preferred pedestrian mode of brisk walking.

And as I stroll along I take time to read the labels everyone has on their backs beholding their reasons for putting themselves regardless of fitness level through 5k on a lovely summer’s morning.

It’s for mothers, fathers, grandparents, friends, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters and other loved ones.

Those who’ve been taken from them, those who have beaten their illness and those who are fighting still.

Every person here in all their pinkest finery is doing this because they’ve been affected in some way by this disease that doesn’t care who you are or what life you still have to live yet.

So as I creak past the finishing line some 50 minutes after I started, I’m quite proud of myself for doing it despite not being the next Usain Bolt and being desperately in need of some new feet.

For every little helps no matter how fast ,slow ,sparkly or sporty it is ,in the fight to hope that one day cancer will only be my star sign not a killer disease.

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