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The Triple Threat: Running 26.2 Miles to Outrun My Obsession

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m staring at a screen that asks me to commit to the 2026 Chester Triple Series. That means a 10K in March, a Half Marathon in May, and a full, ridiculous Marathon in October.

I'm terrified.

Not of the 26.2 miles - I’ve done that before. I’m terrified of slipping back into the obsessive runner I used to be, the one who used running as an escape when life got hard, who chased times and neglected her body. I’ve recognised the pattern now, as clear as the horizon on a perfect day. But the fear of old habits returning is real.

This time, though, running is about something fundamentally different. It's my chance to challenge myself - not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.


A Look in the Rear view Mirror

My relationship with running has always been complex. It's where I found my best self, where I met my partner, and it's the only sport that consistently delivers the mood-boosting endorphins I need.

But the habit lately? It's been fading:

  • This year, I've logged 229 miles total.

  • My best month, June, saw 12 runs completed.

  • The current trend is certainly not going up.

I miss it. Running was part of my identity. Now, I need to reclaim it, but on new, healthier terms.


The Triple Series: More Than Just Miles

Committing to these three races over 2026 feels less like a running plan and more like a personal growth contract:

  • The March 10K: This is my winter anchor. A low-pressure goal to build consistent habit and fitness without obsession.

  • The May Half Marathon: This will be a genuine physical test. I feel the effects of aging and know I am not the runner I once was. The goal here is completion and enjoyment, not speed.

  • The October Marathon: Eleven months away, this feels impossible. Training the long distances through the busy summer holidays will be a huge logistical challenge. This is the ultimate test of my discipline and mental resilience.

Crucial Goal: I won't be chasing PBs. My success will be measured by running with balance, listening to my body, and prioritising my mental well-being throughout the training.


Giving Back: Why I Run for The Firefighters Charity

Almost 10 years ago, I attempted a massive fundraiser, running 38 marathons and raising over £2000 for Ysbyty Gwynedd's SCBU. 


This time, my heart belongs to The Firefighters Charity.

Twelve months ago, I was in a difficult place, and their support made an undeniable difference in my life. I am committing to this series to give back to them and the amazing work they do for the fire and rescue community.

Supporting the Cause Without Spending Money

While donations are incredibly helpful, I know money is tight. My goal is also to create an enduring legacy, much like the book sale I helped establish at Tesco Holyhead.

You can support The Firefighters Charity and my challenge in these ways:

  • Share Your Story: If you have used running/exercise to support your own mental health, share your story using the hashtag #MilesOfGratitude. This promotes awareness of the charity's mental health work.

  • Encouragement: Send a message of support on tough training days (especially during the summer!). Positive mental energy costs nothing.

  • Follow & Share: Share this post with your network. The wider my story goes, the more eyes will see the amazing work The Firefighters Charity is doing.


Decision Made

I’ve hit the payment button. The challenge is on. I’m scared, yes, but I’m ready to embrace this journey with self-compassion as my main training partner.

This is a run towards balance, gratitude, and a healthier relationship with the sport I love.

Do you have a personal story about finding balance through running, or a message of support for The Firefighters Charity? Share it in the comments below.

I will be setting up a Fundraising page soon, details to follow.

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