Why I Ran Then
I started running just three and a half years ago. I'd always wanted to be 'a runner', with swishy hair, a pert bottom, and a jump out of a bed and seize the day attitude. But up until that point my running career had consisted of managing a single mile with my friend, Alicia, and celebrating all the way to the pub. Joining a running club in July 2014 was a BIG turning point.
My social circle grew with the most amazing and hilarious people, one of whom I married. I realised I was actually alright at something sporty - believe me a first - and I felt more energised and enthused with every aspect of my life. It was marvellous.
It was my running that also led me on a big adventure - moving to Uganda. I volunteered for a position out there to help set up a running event (a whole different blog post that I'll manage to write one day), and from that, the creation of my marathon Running the Rift.
Why I Run Now
The last time I ran before liver-gate was a parkrun on Christmas Day 2016, just three weeks before the transplant (obviously I didn't know that then or I'd probably have been a little kinder to myself...because I felt shite tbh). My time was almost 15 minutes slower than my parkrun PB (then 21:02) and hurt just about as much.
And just like that I was in a critical condition in intensive care. And I very very clearly remember doctors telling me that the only reason my broken body was able to hold on until that donor organ was found, was because I was so fit and healthy. Because I was a runner.
The reason I have pushed myself so hard to get back to fitness since my transplant, is largely because I know running was a big factor in saving my life. I also know my body could reject my organ at any moment, and I could need running to save my life all over again.
I run because I love running, I really truly honestly do. But I don't run six or seven times a week, when it's dark and cold and my legs hurt, for the love of it. The runs that I have to force myself out of the house to do, I do because my body needs me to.
And by the way, I'm still waiting for the swishy hair, pert bum, and jump out of bed attitude - do you think those come in the fourth year of running?