AUSSIE REAL LIFE
As my feet pounded the pavement, endorphins surged through my body.
With five kilometres down, I was halfway through my morning run.
Keep pushing on, I reminded myself.
As a 72-year-old grandmother of 22 and great-grandmother of one, I never imagined I’d be a seasoned runner, but the truth is I’d never felt fitter.
I’d taken up the hobby aged 60, while I was still working as a nurse.
My kids Steven, then 40, Sheree, 38, Matthew, 34 and Mark, 33, as well as my sons’ wives, Lisa, Grainne and Clare, and their children, had been my inspiration, after they’d started going for runs
together earlier that year. How hard could it be? I thought.
Floating the idea by my hubby Neil, then 66, he was…
