So, funny story… About 8 months ago I signed up to run the London Marathon. This ambitious event seemed like a brill idea at a time when I was running 10ks and juicing on the reg. Still, knowing that only 20% of ballot entrants are chosen to take part, I felt the odds of being selected were fairly low. Then the summer arrived (ft. holidays, spritzers, bbqs etc.), resulting in a far less fit version of my former self rolling into Autumn. And that's when I received the acceptance letter. FFS, ambitious Ali is SO annoying.

I won’t lie, I am extremely nervous. 26.2 miles is a really, really long way. What if I get a stitch in the first mile? What if I come last? What will my post marathon meal be?... actually that’s quite a nice thought… It will probably be pizza. Okay I feel better now.

I can 100% guarantee there will be tears and tantrums, but if there is one thing that will make this whole experience worthwhile, it’s the knowledge that the money I raise will go towards the best cause I can possibly think of:

One in two people in the UK will be diagnosed with cancer during their lifetime. ONE IN TWO. And every two minutes, someone in the UK gets told that they are that person. I can think of no worthier reason to run this ridiculously long race than to do so for the scientists, doctors and nurses who are working relentlessly to beat this loathsome disease. If it means we get one millimetre closer to beating cancer, a few hours of blisters, nipple chaff-age, blood, sweat and tears are NOTHING.

I’m taking one for the team, and all I ask of you in return is this: Please donate. Your money, however big or small, will go towards the vital work being undertaken by Cancer Research and will make all of the painful hours of running I am about to inflict upon myself completely worthwhile.

Thanks for reading,

AK   xxx

P.s. my little sis is also running, check out her page here:

https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/evie-kennedy