RUNNING ON EMPTY

Getting changed into my sports kit, I warmed up for my P.E. lesson.

‘Today, we are starting a new term of athletics,’ my teacher announced to the class.

I was in year nine and I had never tried running before, so I was extremely surprised when I came first in the 800m race.

‘Well done, Lisa!’ my classmates cheered.

Achievement flooded through me, and I felt good about myself. As an introverted person, being recognised for something was a new experience that I relished.

After winning the race, I started going running with my dad Roy, then 52.

And I joined my local athletics club, Doncaster AC.

I had finally found a hobby that I loved, and that I was genuinely good at.

‘There’s no feeling like it!’ I