CTS

MS is rubbish but sponsors = life-changing research.

Isn't it enough that a chubby, 45 year old perimenopausal woman can finally stop wanging on about completing Couch to 5k on social media like she's been trying to cure an incurable disease? Apparently not...

The algorithms clearly spotted a sitting duck, and lo and behold I've somehow committed to run 50km during the month of May to raise money for the MS Society. That's quite a lot when you're very slow and get very tired.

Why?

Because there are over 150,000 people in the UK living with MS, I am one of them, and because I can. Many people with MS cannot. This is a humbling privilege I'm telling myself. And it's thanks to charities like this that new treatments are being discovered and funded all the time. Since my diagnosis in 2013, I've been fortunate to have had a few of them. If I hadn't, would I be doing this now? Rather than speculate, I choose to count my disease modifying blessings  instead, and lace up my stinky size fives.

So here I am, imaginary cap in hand, asking if you have any pennies left over from all the more impressive marathon sponsorships you've just shelled out for, that they might come my way in the name of kicking MS' ass. 

Thank you,

CTS x