Rummaging through my drawers, I dug out my Fitbit, black shorts and white running top.
‘See you soon!’ I shouted to my partner, Zoe, 35, and our kids, Daniel, 14, Ruby, 12, and six-year-old twins Archie and Bethany, as I sped out of the front door.
It was 7.30pm on 1 August last year – a bright, sunny, cloudless evening.
Heading out for a 5k run, I was on a mission to beat my best time of 35 minutes.
After a day working as a learning and development manager, pounding the pavements around my quiet suburb was the perfect way to let off steam.
‘I can do this,’ I grinned 20 minutes in, as I turned the volume up on my phone.
Only, just as I was about to turn…