Heart attacks and heart problems run throughout my family, starting with my Grandad, who died when my Mum was 11.

My Nan had a heart attack a few years back (luckily recovered)  and I can remember the instant disbelief when I got woken up and got told the news.

Around 3 years ago I as getting ready for school, and my Dad was in the kitchen. This was very strange as he works late nights in the cab. He told me he thought he was having a heart attack, I had to wake everyone up and phone an ambulance which my brother who is running with me went in with him and saw him almost die. Thanks to the quick thinking from the ambulance drivers my old man is still here to tell the tale.

Running the marathon is something I have always wanted to do, but this year Freddie and I decided to apply without thinking, and now we are running the marathon for a charity which is very close to our hearts.

Any donation big or small will help massively.

Cheers.