Hi everyone,

So… I’ve officially lost the plot. I’ve signed myself up to run my first ever marathon. Yes, a full 26.2 miles. Voluntarily. With my own legs.

I’ll be doing it in Dublin – my dad’s hometown – in his memory. Now, Dad would probably say something along the lines of: “You’re running how far? On purpose? There’s buses for that, you eejit.” And he’d be right. But he’d also be the first one cheering me on (while secretly wondering how soon we could get to the pub afterwards).

I’m raising money for Marie Curie, who do brilliant work in supporting families with end of life care. Every donation – whether it’s the price of a pint, a packet of Tayto, or a round of Guinness – will spur me on when I inevitably start questioning my life choices around mile 20.

Dad had a big heart and an even bigger sense of humour, so I know he’d love that we’re turning this mad adventure into something good. Please chip in if you can, and I promise to channel his stubborn Irish spirit all the way to the finish line (blisters, shin splints and dramatic whining included).

Thanks a million – and here’s to you, Dad. 🍻

Billy