The Paris 10k this June was supposed to be a milestone for me; my first long race with my partner Kyle, and my first race abroad since the car crash. And while it was beautiful and special in so many ways, it was also one of the hardest runs I’ve ever done.
From the start, I knew this race was going to be different. I was still carrying the aftermath of the crash, over a month out of proper training, still struggling with whiplash, and not feeling anywhere near my best. By 8k, the pain set in like nothing I’d felt before. It all seemed to centre in my core, almost like I’d hurt my coccyx bone (though I hadn’t). I’d never experienced pain like it in a 10k, and I was so embarrassed at how slow I was going.
But then there was Kyle. Every step of the way, he reminded me that even showing up was brave. That most people in my situation would’ve cancelled their entire race calendar. That it wasn’t about the pace, but about crossing that finish line, together. And with his patience and encouragement, I did just that.
It ended up being my slowest 10k to date, but also one of the most meaningful. Because it wasn’t just about running, it was about resilience, about love, and about proving to myself that even when things feel impossible, I can push through.
Outside the race, we turned it into a beautiful Parisian trip. Our first holiday abroad together as a couple — full of romance, fun, and memories I’ll treasure forever. If anything, I just wish we had more time there.
Paris tested me physically, but it also gave me a deeper appreciation for support, patience, and the strength that comes not just from running, but from running with someone who truly has your back.
