My Story

Four years ago, my world slowed right down.

I was diagnosed with blood clots in my lungs and legs. My legs swelled to the point where walking became difficult, and for a while, normal life just wasn’t possible. Even now, things aren’t perfect. A large vein is still blocked and most of my veins aren’t working as they should.

But I’m here. And that means everything.

So when I stand at the start of the London Marathon, I won’t be there as a runner chasing a time or a personal best.

I’ll be there to finish.

I’ll be power walking most of it, running where I can, taking it mile by mile and doing whatever it takes to get to the end within the time allowed. Because not that long ago, even the idea of covering that distance felt out of reach.

This journey has been built slowly. Small movements at first. Short walks. Then 5k. Then 10k. Each step has meant something.

And I won’t be doing it alone.

My son has been right there with me, running alongside me, encouraging me, keeping me going. That’s something I’ll carry with me every step of the way.

I’m also doing this for a reason that’s been with me far longer.

I grew up in Norwich with my mum and sister, and there were times where things were tight. Really tight. Weeks where food was basic, and we just got by with what we had.

That’s why The Feed means so much to me.

They don’t just provide food. They give people dignity, support, and a sense that someone’s in their corner when things are tough.

If you choose to support me, you’re not just helping me get round the marathon.

You’re helping people who need it most.

And I’ll be thinking of that, and of you, every step of the way.

Thank you for your support!