I must have gone a teensy bit crazy.

Well here I find myself  approaching 39 with a daft idea of completing 40 races before I turn 40 with no less than 400 miles. I know this may not be a lot to some but if you saw me 4 years ago then you would understand why its Mahoosive for me.

 This picture is of me with my reason for taking up running although It is something I had always fancied doing (this was no mean feat for the Yorkshire lass that lived on Cake and had a knack of getting out of every P.E lesson as a teen)

 The little boy in the pic was my beautiful Son Cameron more affectionately known as Cammiedoodles by his older siblings. He was born happy and healthy in 2006 and I was so proud to have this precious little gift that was adored by everyone. Tragically as I had brought my little man into the world I also had the heartbreak of watching him leave it aged just 20mths . As I held my Son in my arms that day I honestly thought I too would die with the pain. The early days were spent getting the older ones to school with my Happy face on and then I would come home and sleep all day until I had to paint my smile on again and face the world.I had never wanted my children to suffer so I knew I had to do something positive to show them that you can overcome anything.