I know I said I was never doing it again.. BUT .....
This last year has been HARD. Being diagnosed with Skin Cancer hit me like a tonne of bricks. I know that word , and I couldn't shake the fear. I knew it was OK - I knew I would be fine , but that awful word just takes hold of you like nothing I have ever felt before.
I had my surgery to remove it in December - which included taking away the nasty stuff and taking a skin graft from my thigh to repair the gaping whole left in my head.
Recovery was hard. Really hard. I don't do resting, I don't do being looked after, and I had to do both. Right now - I am 7 weeks post Operation, and I'm still recovering.
So - LONDON .. I've got some time on my hands and a fire in my belly. I've got a head that needs clearing of the past 12 months negativeness! I want control of my life back and it starts here ! 12 weeks .. Holy Moly .. My body might not thank me - and it certainly doesn't know it yet but I CAN DO THIS. I still have my health and the ability to run so by god I am going to do it and kick the absolute hell of this nasty , nasty disease that is ruining so many lives.
Cancer - you can take my skin, you won't get me !
I am fundraising for World Cancer Research Fund. There has got to be an end date for this surely ?