Pippa World

TL;DR at the end — but trust me, you’ll want the full saga. As I’ve been told, I tell a good story. Erin grabbed me at HIIT this morning and went, “Hey… I keep meaning to grab you to check how you are and how everything’s going.” (I'm paraphrasing!) Which is fair, because I haven't given you an update in a while, and you’ve all been letting me post gym selfies and memes and use rather dark humour to get you to sponsor me to run a couple of 5K's and all as if I haven’t got a whole tumour situation going on. So, here’s what I haven't told you.

Last weekend, I ran a practice 5K. If you’d told me a few months ago that I’d be happily running a 5K as a practice, I wouldn’t have believed you. I don't think even Laura at Fitness Tribe would have believed you. Back then, the finish line I saw was darker, scarier and the kind that comes with hospital gowns, biopsy scars, and uncertainty. Then I was diagnosed with cancer. There was no fanfare. No warning. Just a conversation that split my life into two halves: before and after. But cancer picked the wrong girl.