Some of you know that I had some terrible news about a very close friend on Friday morning. I was truly broken and life became a foggy blur of sorrow, shock, anger and devastation. I was due to run The Ox Epic- 10k Friday, 54 miles Saturday, 10k Sunday Morning followed straight after by a 14 mile “half” Marathon. When I got the news, I started falling into that familiar hole of despair and hopeless circular nothingness. I found myself alone but completely inundated with kindness and offers of help. I couldn’t cope with it, and switched off my phone, so I am sorry to everyone I haven’t replied to., I just needed time out, as a lot of you did. I got to the start of the first race, I put one foot in front of the other, and with the support and help of my fellow Do-Badders and the White Star Running family, I managed to not only complete the 81 mile Epic, but come in First Lady. I believe my anger and frustration played a part; make no mistake, this was a distraction. I am overwhelmed by how loved people have made me feel and am forever in debt to those around me. Running has always been my sanctuary. This was the best place, the only place, for me to be this weekend. It has proved the running community to be the kindest and most solid place for me to slowly recover. Thank you to everyone who has been there. Scott, this one’s for you. Sleep well my dear friend.