Just a week after the Paris 10k, I found myself lacing up again — this time for the Barry 10k. If I’m honest, it was almost as tough as Paris. My body was still recovering, and while the pain was slightly less intense, it was still very much there. Every kilometre felt like a mental battle.
But once again, Kyle was by my side. After helping me through Paris, he showed up for me in Barry, pacing me, encouraging me, and reminding me to be kind to myself. I’m still rebuilding after the car crash, still finding my way back to strength, and still learning to listen to my body.
This wasn’t about chasing a PB or proving anything. It was about showing up, trying again, and finding the courage to keep going despite the pain. And in that way, Barry became a stepping stone — a little sign of progress, a small but important victory.
Running two 10ks back-to-back after everything my body has been through was never going to be easy. But crossing that finish line, even slower than usual, reminded me how much I love this sport and how grateful I am for the people who support me through it.
Here’s to healing, persistence, and the slow climb back to where I want to be.