Hello and thanks for reading! I am going to log the last month of my journey towards my first ever ‘fun run’ (for pretty much my entire life those two words have been for me mutually exclusive and it has taken something big to begin the process of change). As my friends will attest, I am one ‘the unsporty’ verging probably on the conspicuously inactive unless you count running after small boys. Even this though is happening less as we have very cleverly produced enough of them to run after each other rendering me surplus to requirements.
Anyway, on that very subject I would like to introduce to you a little boy called Darcy who, at 7, is just a few months older than my eldest, William. I was told about him by Mardi, my great friend Becca’s Mum. Darcy has Neuroblastoma and is currently undergoing immunotherapy. It is impossible to hear about serious childhood illness and not feel humbled by the courage shown by these amazing kids. Darcy is just that boy. I am going to run my 8ks for Darcy and hope to hell that all of you understand just how massive an undertaking it is for me. And that’s only the run, we still have to consider the Sauv B! I am the mother whose first glass accompanies the ‘thank god they’re finally bloody well asleep’ moment. Pretty much every night. Until tonight when I am having my last few glasses of the good stuff (actually pretty average stuff) and then swearing off it for a month. Bloody hell, don’t know what possessed me really, oh yes, Darcy Wilson.
I will be in touch very shortly about my fundraising page.