Inspirational People

There are so many about, even amongst the little circle of people that I feel I know in some small way. The fabulous Cath, for the way she has come through the last three years. I first met her at the Warrington Race for Life 5k in 2003. Jamie, who was homeless and on drugs, illiterate and lost. He now writes poetry and has a blog full of sensible stuff that the politicians in this country should make a point of reading. MicknPhil, running and racing in the face of adversity (and beating me from time to time). Ruth, for her amazing dedication to her work and patients and doing marathons and ultras. My Australian friend, Paul, who pretty much brought up her four daughters on her own, working all the time and squeezing in an English degree too.

These people. They make me feel small. And ashamed. Of how I feel on a bad day. When actually there really isn't anything wrong that a kick up the ar$e won't sort out.