I listened to a podcast recently that felt like the host was speaking directly to me and to the experiences I write about in my book. He was talking about coping with grief whilst still carrying on, because you have to. And then he said something that stopped me in my tracks: he described it as carrying the weight of what you've lost, whilst still carrying the weight of what you're building. That line hit me like a ton of bricks. It named something I had lived but never quite

Last weekend I completed the Deadly Dozen and I’m feeling very proud of myself! In 2022, I started training. Not because I'd always been a fitness person — I absolutely had not. I started because I was watching someone I love more than life itself fighting the hardest battle of their life, and in that pain, something shifted in me and I had no excuse not to look after myself.