If that headline just gave you the uncomfortable feeling that I’m about to ask you for something, allow me to confirm your worst fear up front.
I’m after your money.
To shut me up now, click here to donate.
If you’re in the mood to learn more about the inspiration behind my impressive running career, read on.
Neuroblastoma is the most common solid tumour of childhood. It is almost exclusively a childhood cancer occurring most commonly between the ages of 0-5 years. A highly complex cancer, survival rates are currently around 40% for those children suffering from its most aggressive form.
That’s why I am asking you to sponsor me. Because I want to see a future where families are no longer torn apart by the grief of losing children to this disease.
We all receive requests regularly from friends and family for many worthy causes. Like me, you probably wish you had loads of spare cash to support them all.
But if you can spare even $5, I’d be so grateful.
Because your donation could be the one that makes it possible to hire that one extra researcher who brings with them that small, yet vital piece of experience. Who was born wired for discovery and innovation. And who has a knack for teamwork and bringing all the right pieces of the puzzle together to develop a treatment that stops neuroblastoma in its tracks.
That’s how these seemingly insurmountable problems are solved. Bit by bit, dollar by dollar.
I know 10km is a laughable distance for many. I have friends who run 10km while meditating on a conference call as they reply to comments on their Instagram feed. But running does not come easily or naturally to me. Small lungs, weird shaped heart or ill-proportioned legs or something.
I repeat: I am a sh*t runner.
So right now, faced with the reality that I need to pull 10 k’s out of the bag in a few weeks, having never done it before, I’m carrying on like I’m about to do an ultra-marathon.
I’ve started looking for excuses to casually drop terms like ‘carb-loading’, ‘overuse injury’ and ‘stride rate’ into conversations.
I like to start sentences with “When I was OUT RUNNING the other day….” or “Back when I FIRST STARTED RUNNING…”.
I spotted a copy of ‘Runners’ World’ magazine and thought ‘Now there’s a title I could subscribe to.”
When I try on active wear at Lorna Jane, I ask myself, “How will this colour and cut look on TV as I try and hold it together during my emotional post-race interview?”
All this from a 40-year old who doesn’t run so much as shuffle, was this morning overtaken by an octogenarian, and regularly sees people smirking at her unorthodox style. Something about my arms I think.
Comfort zone? Consider me firmly out of it.
If you’d be kind enough to donate what you can towards this cause, it might make my legs hurt less, and my ever-present stitch more bearable.
But more importantly, it will bring medical researchers closer to unlocking life-giving new treatments for bloody awful neuroblastoma.
It will feel good, I promise.
Also, I’m currently taking suggestions for songs to add to my 10km running playlist. If you can’t donate money, maybe donate a song suggestion. For an instant self-esteem boost, why not donate both?!