My Story

Three weeks out from my first London Marathon. I’ve run over 1,200 kilometres in the last year and biked another 200 kms to get here. My knees spend most of their time iced, covered in Voltarol, or taped up for the long runs. Wear and tear has taken its toll — but I’m going. Whatever it takes.

I’m running for Cardiomyopathy UK — a charity supporting people living with a heart condition that affects 1 in 250 of us and is a leading cause of sudden cardiac death in young, apparently healthy athletes. People who were running last week and aren’t this week. It doesn’t get the profile of the big-name causes. It doesn’t get the funding either. But the families navigating it — suddenly, often without warning — need research, support and someone to show up for them.

That’s why I’m here. Knees and all.

If you can spare £10 or £20, it goes directly to research that could stop the next young runner collapsing without warning, and to families who never expected to need this kind of help. Every pound counts at this stage.

If I have to run, walk, or shuffle the 26.2 miles, I will.

Three weeks. Let’s finish this