So, turns out in less than eight weeks’ time I’ll be running the London Marathon. No, this is not an early April Fools. A slender man like me, known for my athletic prowess and aerodynamic physique, I am obviously the ideal candidate!

Jokes aside, whist I am very much NOT a runner in the traditional sense, I am someone who thrives on having a clear goal and this has definitely given me that if nothing else (alongside a few blisters and possibly some broken body parts!). So, as far as last minute decisions go, this is either going to be remembered as an inspiring life choice or a complete lapse in judgement. Probably both. But here we are. What could possibly go wrong…

I feel incredibly lucky to be running for Trekstock which is a brilliant charity that supports young adults living with and beyond cancer. Cancer sucks! There’s no polishing that sentence. Most of us know someone who has faced diagnosis and treatment and the people I know who’ve gone through it are some of the strongest, most inspiring individuals I’m proud to call friends and family. But cancer doesn’t stop when treatment ends and recovery begins. Physically, mentally, emotionally. That’s where Trekstock steps in to help people rebuild strength, confidence and wellbeing through movement and community, giving them the tools to feel like themselves again.

Over the past year or so, running has quietly become something that supports my own wellbeing in more ways than I expected. I’ve had the privilege of being part of a local running group, Run with Purpose, a community that’s makes a genuine difference to my life. Running with them each week has given this completely youthful looking 40year old balance, perspective and headspace… and less opportunities to sit on the sofa and eat puddings.. although clearly I still find the time! So signing up to the marathon in support of Trekstock, and using something that’s helped me to help others, feels genuinely special.

If you are able to donate, I’d be very grateful. Your support will not only help Trekstock to continue changing lives, it will also help carry me around 26.2 miles of London, fuelled by determination, optimism and the hope of seeing the pride on my wife and children’s faces at the finish line.