At the end of 2016, I set myself the New Year running goal of beating my 10K PB, which I haven’t managed to zip past since 2008 (a lifetime ago, back in those pre-kids days). Did I manage it? Hell no.
But I did manage a fair few other things – things that turned 2017 into a pretty special year. For starters, I ran my first half marathon in six years, back in March, on the day of my daughter’s second birthday. Running (OK, plodding) my way round Bath’s picturesque streets marked more than just the achievement of 13.1 miles: it was the first time I’d raced further than 10K since having children and it felt momentous. I was doing something for me!