LFG BQ

First things first - I have been utterly blown away by the support and love people have sent my way over the last week or so. My Instagram blew up on Wednesday when I posted my first blog and sort of announced where I'm at with everything. I've ran *actual* marathons and not got even half the likes that I did the other day, which throws something of a spanner in to my BQ Runs content plan. But on a more serious note, I've probably never been so humbled as I have this week, so thank you. With that said though, it still feels like we're talking about someone else! It is a truly surreal experience at the moment. I've been thinking about the topic of this instalment of the blog, but fortunately (if any of this can be fortunate), this week has thrown a lot my way. So why not treat it like a diary? Wednesday So this morning I jumped in the car and drove to Nottingham - my city, of sorts. I went to University in Nottingham, I then got a job at Boots, I ran my first half m...

So, where on earth do you start? On Thursday 9th September I was diagnosed with Lymphoma; a cancer of the lymph nodes.  I am 32 years old and, despite a penchant for M&S Extremely Chocolatey Mini Bites, have ran four marathons and am generally fit and healthy.  So yeh, not good.  In the past, I have written about the challenge of running my first marathon, which I found not only to be useful motivation but something to break down such a daunting task in to relatively manageable parts. So it made sense to do something similar here. It's probably also worth noting I am something of a Pandora's Box when it comes to speaking about how I am feeling, so in this case, that sort of outlet is probably very worthwhile.  Do you want to know the most maddening thing at the moment? I feel completely normal. I feel fine . I went for a run this morning! But it has become clear that a storm is coming and that is what I need to get ready for. So, how did we get here? Early this y...