I flew out to Africa with my friend Ange who was keen to meet Chris and interested in the work he is doing with the street children of Kenya.

By the time we found Chris we had been journeying in the car for 11 hours from Nairobi, a journey that had been rich with experience and a sense of being embraced by the rhythm of the Mombasa road and African landscape

Chris was in Mariakinu, and as we approached the town, he came out and stood in the road. We were wedged between two lorries as we negotiated the busy street, when suddenly there he was, waving on the roadside, his bright and powerful energy shining out. We ate with his team, Steve, Lee, Iasiah and Evans in a little restaurant and sampled the diet Chris has been living on for the last 6 weeks, Rice and stew and Chapati. It was delicious. Ange and I has eaten very little for the last two days! Chris looked so well and fit, even though he had at times been through days when he had hardly known how he would take the next step.

We slept so well in our little cottage, which was basic accommodation, but provided all we needed to rest our heads for the night.

Early in the morning we were gathered by the roadside in the humid hot African heat – another bit of the road stretching ahead for Chris, running in the country where I took my first running steps for me – and a chance for Chris and I to catch up.

We set off and talked all the way – about his journey  – about his experiences and about how the run , which was huge and awesome, was still but one step in Chris’s vision. One step in the journey he begun two years ago with the street children. The run was all about his work, and the running has been a way of allowing him to carry his message further and wider.

We ran together deep in dialogue, waving to the children that ran out to greet us….