Stop laughing...and read on

Yes, that's right, I am doing the Race for Life...me...the unfit  lazy troll who would drive around the supermarket car park until a space right next to the door became available (those of you who know me are now nodding your head)  Me, who until 6 months ago didn't know that shoes came in any other type than with an over 3" high heel and wouldn't even walk 5k let alone run it..well, I didn't have the flat shoes for starters!

But, that's all changed. Where Vogue once sat on my coffee table, now sits Runner's World and where 4 pairs of black heels once rested, now sits three pairs of running shoes.  That's right, running shoes.

Why?  Well, I've always been the one who sponsored others when they were fund-raising for Cancer Research, having seen so many friend's lives hurt by the evil disease that is cancer. Then, two years ago, breast cancer decided to stick it's nose in through the window into my life and let me know that it was there.  I sent it packing but then rudely it decided to bloody well come knocking again last year.

I was 41, unfit, unhealthy and frightened. When Mavis (not her real name, but it's how I know her!) mentioned, without even the smallest hint of irony or sarcasm, that I should 'take up running' I laughed out loud and had to give her a quick run-down of the previous 21 years and of how I had worked very hard at drinking and partying (and mainly sitting!) and in no way was I going to go anywhere near a gym...let alone near a shop that sold shoes for going into a gym.  She wouldn't let go though, so to shut her up (and to prove that I am built to drink vodka out of a glass, whilst sitting on a stool, not water out of a plastic bottle whilst running outside) I downloaded the 'couch to 5k' programme....which promises to turn lazy individuals such as myself into runners in 9 weeks....and I said I would go out for a run the next week. 

Day 1 came - you have to run for 60 seconds. So I walked to the local football field, was out of breath by the time I got there and started to run. I thought that my lungs would explode after 30 seconds and honestly thought I was going to puke on the corner flag.  That was it, I was hooked.  I was so shocked at just how badly my body was screaming at me, that I vowed to do this running thing.  And so I did....ok so there was the small problem of a hamstring injury and a torn knee ligament along the way, but they didn't stop me and now, apparently, I am a runner.  I’m not fast and I don’t look attractive but I love it and now, thanks to Amy Fernandes casually saying "shall we do the Race for Life" (which I have to say I laughed at initially!!) I hope that I can run and raise some money. 

For Cathy's mum...for Paul's daughter...for Rachel's dad..for Emily's grandpa...for Derek..for Julie...for everyone....

Events like Race for Life are vital in funding Cancer Research UK's life-saving work into preventing, diagnosing and treating cancer. If everyone who knows or knows of someone who has been touched by cancer just gives £1 then we will raise an incredible amount of money.

By sponsoring me now you can help more people survive cancer.

So, thank you for visiting my Race for Life sponsorship page (and thank you Mavis for making me a runner).

Please dig deep and sponsor me online - it's quick, easy and totally secure.

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Many thanks for your support. Together we will beat cancer.