The bags are packed, the buggy is pumped and raring to go and I'm watching 2 pigeons mating on our fence. Owen's grinning like a Cheshire cat after his one liners 'It's a new cocktail sex on the fence', followed by 'I bet she's up the dove now'.
I feel a little odd, this time tomorrow it will be over but yet the outcome is a mystery. Where has all the time gone from my first buggy run in January?
People say time is a great healer when you lose someone. To be honest I don't want to heal. I use to fear grieving but I think it's a good thing. To hurt means that someone really mattered to you, so I accept that my grief wont go away and nor do I want it too.
Tomorrow is never promised, so I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone of you for being a part of this journey and I feel humbled about how fortunate I am that you are a part of my life.
Although I can not see you tomorrow mum I know you will be by my side. This is for you and for everyone who has their own story to tell about cancer.
|For you and everyone who has a story to tell about cancer|
|Big cheers for the #TEAMJAMES crew tomorrow|
|Super big cheer for this little fella - Archie|
1st to cross the line out of our team.
Lots of sponsorship's have come through today.
Who cares, lets do this thing!