In April I will be running the Manchester Marathon to raise money for The Christie Charity.

I used to think running a marathon was something only superhumans or people who enjoy suffering did. And yet, here I am, somehow signed up for one, questioning all my life choices. Will I finish? Will I collapse dramatically at mile 10? Will I just Uber to the finish line and pretend I ran the whole thing? The suspense is killing me—and probably my legs too.