Firstly, thank you so much to everyone who has sponsored my marathon mission so far.  I am almost half way towards my target for Macmillan Cancer Support, and every single donation goes some way towards helping those affected by cancer. If you’d like to sponsor me please visit

Week 12 of marathon training was especially exciting, as it not only coincided with the Easter Bank Holiday weekend, but my sister’s wedding. So, whilst I may have only got 3 short-ish runs squeezed in in-between wedding prep, it was a great week for spending time with family, finishing projects at work and getting back into the swing of marathon training.

Monday & Tuesday

After Sunday’s 27km I forced myself to give my legs a couple of days rest, knowing that it’s getting to the point where recovery is almost as crucial as the running itself.   I took the genius step of re-fuelling myself with a spoon and this delightful tub of Pip and Nut Cashew Butter with Honey and Cinnamon.

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6km, 5:16/km

I’ve just invested in a new pair of trainers, and obviously not wanting to test them out on my Sunday long run I waited to take them for a mid-week treadmill initiation.  I’ve gone for the Brooks Launch 3 and on first use I was really impressed.  There’ll be a longer post to come on these, but I’d definitely recommend them for any neutral runners who like the support without the bulk.

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6km, 5:25/km

An early evening run before heading off to Kent for the wedding extravaganza. First outdoor experience in the Brooks Launch 3 – is it just me or do new trainers makes you SO excited to get out and run?


4km, 5:52/km

 As you will likely have seen (or been caught up in), Easter weekend in the South East was dominated by gale force winds and Storm Kate… so what better time to go for a run along the beach?! This was honestly one of the hardest runs I’ve ever done; the strength of the wind made it feel like I was breathing water through my nose, it felt like I wasn’t going anywhere and to top it all off I’d forgotten my swanky new trainers and had to run in some very old, holey Sauconys which I found in my mum’s cupboard under the stairs.

Did I mention that I also persuaded my 15 year old brother to come with me? Needless to say I had to quickly re-gain his love with a swift hot chocolate.