marathon running

Kindness is an early-morning ceremony on the Cutty Sark (I think the registrar and some runners got up at 5am) that involved road closure teams, guests dressed for sports day and a jelly baby bouquet made for me by an incredible friend so that I could be a bride, but an 'on message' one.
It's not always pretty - says the woman with the terrible gait, fluffy chemo-styled hair, dodgy hips and injury-battered body. But, what's so brilliant about this great leveller of a sport, is that however you do it, wherever you do it and whatever technique you use to get round, you get to call yourself a runner.
When you're training for a marathon, everyone will tell you about the fear of injury...
So I searched locally for the dogs in my area and there were plenty of all shapes and sizes, but one handsome man caught my eye. Sue, Bertie's owner, had just moved to the village so we messaged a few times and decided to meet. As they say, the rest is history.
Like marathon training, though, pregnancy ultimately reaps the rewards but it can be a long slog, which often requires gritted teeth and a quiet determination to push through.
When breast cancer comes along - as it did for me in 2014 - and tries to take your life away, you are reminded that that life is way too short to not do at least some of the list below. It's also way too short to set overcomplicated resolutions that will last as long as your festive selection box.
When you're raising a glass this Christmas, I ask you all to think not about the presents under the tree, but about health, happiness and the people that make you smile. Because that's all you'll ever really need. And, I ask you to spare a thought for four utterly terrified runners (bride, groom, cousin and father of the bride) who are gearing up for one of the biggest days of their lives - in the name of charity.
In my work to help rape survivors move beyond symptom management and lead a full and reconnected life again I am used to
When you've fought for your life, it's hard to plan too far ahead and rest your happiness on one day in the future. So, when we started talking about our wedding earlier this year, I knew there was only one way to do it. There wouldn't be an aisle. There wouldn't be a first dance. There wouldn't be a day in the Cotswolds.
The funny thing is, the fear is almost identical to the fear you feel when you actually sign up for you first big race. That sinking feeling that you have just made the biggest mistake of your life and that everyone is going to laugh at even the thought that you think you can do this.