I mentioned in my last blog how some days hold greater significance than others, and although I try my best not to weigh too much pressure on certain dates sometimes they come at you by surprise. When I applied to do the Inverness 5K as my March challenge I hadn’t realised that the 11 th March was Mother’s Day this year, it sort of took my breath away when I found out. I hadn’t planned to do anything to mark the day, but it seemed that chance or fate or whatever you like to believe had other ideas. It seemed like a great tribute to my mum and also inspired me to dress up in bright colours with, of course, a touch of bling. As the day approached it felt like Mother’s Day this year was on overdrive, I’m sure it’s always the same way but this was my first since losing mum and every pink sign or bunch of flowers in the supermarket felt like a personal attack. Luckily, I had the race to worry about and that was a big distraction. When I woke up that Sunday my first thought was about the ...
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