This Sunday, I’ll be running my 10th Leeds 10k—a milestone that means more to me than just crossing a finish line. It’s Father’s Day, and while I could count the years since my dad passed, the truth is, I feel he’s never left me. His spirit is with me in every stride, every challenge, and every victory.
My father taught me the power of stretching beyond what I thought possible. After losing him, a kind family friend and marathon runner encouraged me to try running. That first Leeds 10k in 2014 changed my life. I never saw myself as a runner, but this sport has helped me discover my inner strength, focus, and resilience. Training for my first half marathon, then the London Marathon on my father’s birthday, were milestones I never imagined I’d reach. Each race has been a lesson in discipline, belief, and the joy of pushing my own limits.
I’ve promised myself to keep running the Leeds 10k every year, as long as I can. There’s nothing more joyful than running through my own city, on familiar streets, surrounded by the energy of fellow runners and supporters.
This year, it feels especially meaningful to mark Father’s Day with my 10th run. My father was a brilliant man, and the greatest lesson he gave me was to never stop believing in how far you can go.
Every time I cross a finish line, I picture my dad waiting for me with open arms—and this year, I imagine him there with my loyal German Shepherd, Oscar. That vision keeps me going, no matter what.
To all the dads out there, and those watching from above—Happy Father’s Day. And to every runner, organiser, and supporter who makes these events possible, thank you. Running has taught me that discipline, consistency, and community make anything possible. Even as I nurse an Achilles injury this week, I’ll show up, do my best, and celebrate the journey.
Peace be with you.
© DMP
The photograph – courtesy of Chris Dring.
