Tears ran down my face. My legs were in agony. I was aware of my mum, Ginger, 58, her face anxious as she rode her bike slowly next to me.
The sun was beating down and the red dirt track extended ahead as far as the eye could see.
‘You’ve got this. If you need to walk, then walk,’ Mum said.
I managed a nod but kept on with my slow jog.
Each step was getting me closer to my ultimate goal – to run from
