Two friends signed up for a half marathon with one simple aim: get fitter. Seemed reasonable at the time.

Turns out, fitness alone doesn’t get you through early alarms, aching legs, and the growing suspicion that this was a terrible idea.

So, the run became something more.

After my best friends lost their Mum to cancer this year, we decided to run for charity — supporting cancer research and patient care. Suddenly, this wasn’t just a bad fitness decision; it was something that actually mattered.

Then we discovered by sheer coincidence the race is on Mother’s Day.

We run in honour of our Mums — powered by emotion, stubbornness and caffeine.

We also run for our children, little hands clapping at the finish line, reminding us why we kept going when our legs were screaming “absolutely not.”

And we run for EVERYONE affected by cancer — those who’ve fought, those still fighting, and those who may face it in the future. If we can raise even a little to support research and compassionate care, every mile ran is worth it.

This is more than a half marathon now.

It’s a run for love, loss, hope — and for the mums who’ll be with us every step of the way. 💗