There’s so much I could write in here, but I don’t really know if I feel ready for all that right now.

Firstly, as someone who has struggled periodically with my own mental health; of which I have been particularly open with in the past; I personally feel most at peace and comfortable in myself when pounding the tarmac repeatedly over and over.

I have always said I would run a marathon and now turning 30 has finally kicked me into gear to do it.

However, this isn’t really the full reason I want to do this. 6 months ago, I lost a brother, completely out of the blue. To Suicide. This was somebody who picked me up, and carried me when I needed him most. Somebody who always put others first. Little did we know this was at the detriment to himself.

The day I found out about you Matt was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t properly think I’ve even come close to understanding and getting to grips with what happened.

I loved you brother, from close and from a far, and I’m doing this for you Baino. For your memory, and for what you stood for.

“You never have to repay me for owt pal, its what mates do! Look out for one another”