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i don’t like running.  i just don’t get the point.  you start at point A (just outside your house)… run for a few kms, feel tired and sweaty, and then end up back where you started…  back at point A having used up all that energy and got yourself exactly nowhere!

but this post pays tribute to my sister and cousin in the UK - Wendy and Sandy - for getting dressed up like pansies and running a 5km race to raise funds and awareness for cancer survivors…

i attended a similar event in Port Elizabeth a few months ago and was deeply moved by the whole experience.  Firstly, both my parents are survivors, and seeing them wearing the T-shirts with the word “SURVIVOR” on them brought it home again that life is fragile and precious.

i was also moved by the generosity of people who ran all through the night to raise funds to assist people who are fighting cancer.

finally, I was deeply moved by the candles that were lit all around the track bearing photos or names remembering the people who have been lost to cancer.  The candles, and all the memories gathered, and the people running made the track sacred space.

i assume the London(?) event was similar, and encouraged runners to participate in support of survivors or in memory of loved ones.  My sister ran for our parents…

So, here’s to the pansy ballerinas… Wendy (7127) and Sandy (7090)…

nice one guys!