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This weekend, I completed my first 10k race back since my injury—and I couldn’t have asked for a better place to do it than at the Newport 10k! Honestly, leading up to the race, I was nervous. The fear of re-injuring myself was definitely in the back of my mind, and it took a lot of mental strength just to get to the start line.

But once I got going, I quickly realised how far I’ve come. I could feel real improvement and strength back in my legs—something I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully get back during those tough recovery months. That being said, I’m also aware that there’s still work to do. I’m still attending physiotherapy sessions regularly, and I know this journey isn’t finished yet.

Crossing that finish line meant more to me than just completing another race—it symbolised resilience, patience, and the slow but steady progress that’s brought me back to doing what I love. I’m proud of how I handled the race, and even more excited for what’s ahead. The comeback is definitely underway!

I’m officially signed up for the London 10k again, and I won’t lie—I’m a little nervous about this one! Last year, this was the race where I picked up my hamstring injury, the one that forced me to take time off, cancel races, and rethink my entire approach to training. So, coming back to this event feels like a bit of a mental and physical test.

But she’s still doing it! 💪

I refuse to let last year’s setback define my experience with this race. London had such an incredible atmosphere, and I remember loving every moment up until that sharp corner where things went wrong. This time, I’ll be running smarter, pacing myself properly, and (hopefully) finishing strong and injury-free.

There’s something really powerful about returning to a race that once challenged you. It’s a chance to prove to myself how much stronger and wiser I’ve become since then. So, while the nerves are definitely there, the excitement is even greater. London, I’m ready for round two—let’s do this! 🏅🔥

I’m beyond excited to announce that I’ll be running the Paris 10k again on June 8th, 2025! This race holds such a special place in my heart—the atmosphere, the energy, and the incredible city backdrop made it an unforgettable experience last time. So, the moment I had the chance to do it again, I didn’t hesitate!

After everything I’ve been through with my injury and recovery, this race feels even more significant. It’s a chance to return stronger, to run without pain, and to truly enjoy every moment of it. Paris brings a unique kind of magic on race day, and I can’t wait to soak up the vibes, push my pace, and see how far I’ve come since my last 10k there.

Between now and June, my focus is on building strength, staying injury-free, and preparing to give it my all. I know this race is going to be something special, and I’m counting down the days until I’m back running through the beautiful streets of Paris. Let’s do this! 🏅✨

Last weekend, I finally made my return to racing at the St David’s Day 5k in Bute Park, Cardiff—and what a way to kick off my comeback! After weeks of injury recovery and time away from running, I wasn’t sure how my body would handle being back on the start line. But with my partner and coach, Ky, by my side, I felt ready to take on the challenge.

The race went better than I expected! The weather was perfect—crisp but sunny, making for ideal running conditions. I kept my pace steady, focusing on how my body felt rather than chasing a time. Surprisingly, everything held up well, and I crossed the finish line feeling strong and, more importantly, pain-free!

This race wasn’t about speed or setting records—it was about proving to myself that I’m back. Running alongside Ky made it even more special, and having that support reminded me how much I’ve missed being part of race day energy.

It’s safe to say that I’m officially on the road to recovery, and this 5k has given me the confidence boost I needed. I know I still have work to do before tackling longer distances again, but for now, I’m celebrating this small but meaningful victory. One step at a time—I’m back! 🏃‍♀️💪✨

I did it—I completed my first half marathon at the Cardiff Half! It’s hard to put into words how surreal it feels to say that, especially given the rollercoaster of emotions and challenges leading up to the race. I was incredibly nervous at the start, knowing I was running with a Grade 1 hamstring injury. Taking a full month off from running and having to cancel two races in Swansea just to rest had shaken my confidence. Still, I was determined to cross that finish line, injury or not.

The first part of the race went surprisingly well. The atmosphere was electric, and the support from the crowds gave me a huge boost. But once I hit the 18k mark, the real test began. The pain flared up, and every step was a mental and physical struggle. I had to dig deep and rely on sheer willpower to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Crossing the finish line was an overwhelming mix of relief, pride, and pure exhaustion. I ended up in the medical tent afterward, wheeled there in a chair as my body finally gave in. But despite the pain and the aftermath, I can say confidently: I did it. I ran a half marathon. Even in those tough moments, it felt worth it, and I’m already dreaming about doing it again—this time without an injury. I’d love to see what my true pace could be, unhindered by pain.

For now, though, it’s time to heal. I’ll be taking another month off from running and getting some proper medical care. The break will be hard, especially since I never imagined running would impact my mental health as much as it does. The longing to be back out there, feeling the rhythm of the run, is strong. But I know that with patience and the right recovery, I’ll come back stronger. Slowly but surely, I’ll return to running, and I’m already looking forward to the day I can lace up my shoes and run pain-free again.

For now, I’m holding onto the pride of having completed my first half marathon—and the knowledge that there are plenty more miles waiting for me once I’m mended.

I’ve just crossed the finish line of the CDF 10k, and it was, without a doubt, the most painful race I’ve ever done. From the start, I knew my knee injury might cause some trouble, but I didn’t anticipate just how much it would test me. By the 7-8k mark, the pain was so intense that, for the first time in any race, I seriously considered quitting.

Pushing through those final kilometers felt like an eternity. Every step was a battle between my determination to finish and the reality of how injured I actually am. It wasn’t the race I had hoped for, and it forced me to confront just how much this injury is holding me back.

Despite everything, I made it to the finish line. Crossing it was bittersweet—relief that I’d completed the race, but also frustration knowing that I’m not in the shape I want to be. This experience has been a wake-up call that I need to focus more on recovery before I can take on more races.

Finishing the Run 4 Wales series was a goal I set for myself, and I’m proud I accomplished it. But this race reminded me that sometimes, the biggest victories come not from speed or distance, but from simply finding the strength to keep going when everything in you wants to stop.