Sunday was Race for Life day in the UK. Each year women, girls, ladies or whatever you wish to call them, gather together and run for Cancer Research UK to raise money to help beat cancer.
As I am not a woman, as some of you may have noticed, I decided to go along and photograph this years event in Doncaster.
The day started off raining, but the forecast had promised that it would clear up by about 10am. The race was due to start at 11am. Right on cue at 10am it did stop, however dark clouds lingered with menace.
Even with the clouds starting the off, they could not dampen the spirits of those who had come to take part. Brightly coloured costumes and running gear poured in to Town Fields, where a circular track had been set up.
People then milled about for a while waiting for the race to start. Groups were chatting, laughing, and making new friends. There was a massage tent for people who needed a massage before the race. I did think about borrowing a pink tutu and trying my luck, but thought better of it in the end. You could even get your nails done, in pink of course. No I didn’t try that either…
With about 20 minutes to go, an announcement came over the tannoy system, letting all the ladies and girls taking part that a mass participation warm up was going to take place in-front of the stage. This was led by a very energetic woman who shouted and bounced around like a crazed 8 year old, who has just drunk mum’s expresso when she was out of the room.
After the warm up everyone made their way to the start-line. It was a very civilised and calm affair. Smiles and determination everywhere you looked.
For some though, a poignant reminder of different times.
With little fanfare the race starts, they move forward, grandmothers, mothers, daughters, grand daughters. All with one purpose, all of one mind…