I’ve spent much of my life being told what my body couldn’t do — and then quietly deciding to prove otherwise.

In my 20s, I had my pelvis rebuilt and had to learn to walk again. In my 30s, I was diagnosed with aggressive breast cancer. During chemotherapy, I made a decision: I didn’t just want to survive — I wanted to live. So I started running, completing my first 10k just one week before my final chemo session.

What began as a way to take back control has become a mission to help others do the same.

Since then, I’ve taken on challenges that once felt impossible — from running the London Marathon in a wedding dress straight after getting married, to breaking endurance world records, trekking mountains and deserts, and raising over £160k for charity.

Now, I’m taking on my biggest challenge yet: a full Ironman — 140.6 miles (with a 24-hour run relay with friends as part of training).

But this isn’t just about me. I’m dedicating every mile to someone affected by cancer: those going through it, those who have survived, and those we’ve lost.

Because this journey has never been about proving my strength. It’s about showing others theirs.

If you can, please support — and help turn every mile into something that changes lives.