Great Eastern Run 2016

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My mum held out her arms. I stopped running and she gave me a hug.
“I’m ok. It’s just hard.”

I’d stopped running at 7.4 miles into the half marathon. The past 50 minutes had been a mental battle. I’d had lots of lovely messages in the week before telling me I could do it, but I didn’t believe I could.

I hadn’t run since Monday when my leg was painful. I’d rested it hoping that it would be fine on race day. A…