Just a week after the Porthcawl 10k, I was back at it again, this time for the London 10k 2025. And honestly? This one felt different. For the first time since my crash, I experienced that euphoric race feeling I’d been missing.
The vibes were amazing! Crowds lining the streets, the energy of London buzzing all around, the kind of atmosphere that lifts you even when you’re not chasing a PB. I went into this race with zero pressure, fully aware that I’ve been running in pain for a long time now. And because of that, it became about enjoyment, not speed.
At the 5k mark, I even had to make a quick pit stop (yes, I peed) and then headed to the St John’s Ambulance tent for some Vaseline to battle the chub rub (iykyk, girlies). After that, though, I felt great and just let myself soak it all in.
This was also a solo race for me, but I wasn’t really alone. My good friend Amy was there on the sidelines, cheering me on, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciated that support. Friendships like this make races feel even more special.
Crossing the finish line in London felt like a turning point. I wasn’t chasing a time, I wasn’t running from pain, I was running with joy again. And that, to me, is priceless.
Here’s to more euphoric races, more supportive friends, and remembering why I fell in love with running in the first place.