I never thought I'd find happiness on the start line of a 10k run, with tatty trainers and a bald head covered in jelly baby powder. But then, I never thought I'd have to learn to walk again in my 20s or learn to live again in my 30s.
When I did my first 10k, I thought it would be my longest race – and my last. The event took place a week before my final chemotherapy treatment, and with a close friend by my side, I'd never felt more alive.I was slow, I ate far more bananas than was needed to get around. But I did it. And since then, I haven't looked back.
The path to happiness is not easy. But I know that the smile that beams out from my sweaty, red post-exercise face is the most genuine one I have.
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