14 November 2015

jeni_half_marathon_300I took up running a couple of years ago, but it has taken that much time to build up to a half marathon. I had severe knee problems which prevented me running the first race I entered, so I was delighted to sign up to the St Neots Half Marathon on the 14th November 2015. I’m not a fast runner, and I don’t get much time to train, so I gave myself a long training schedule. All was going well until I took up an evening job, which curtailed my training. However, I managed to train the full distance before the race and felt ready to go for it!

The forecast was not good, and proved to be accurate. I battled through 43mph gusts whipping across the flat fields of East Anglia, forcing me to walk through them before I could begin running again. At mile 7 I was really struggling, but remembering what a great cause I was running for and knowing I couldn’t let me kids down, I pushed on through the tiredness and was elated to see the finish line. It was a nice, straight run to the flag, and I stopped to high 5 my kids at the end. I was exhausted, but elated. The cheers, whoops and calls of my name throughout the course had got me through, and the supportive encouragement from the marshals and other people waiting at the finish helped me make it to the end!

I had decided when I was 30 that I was ready to have children, but had to wait another 2 years for my husband to come to the same decision. By then I felt like I had waited a lifetime for that blue line to come up on the stick. I had read of the possibility of a miscarriage – but you never think it’s going to happen to you. All was fine until the 12 week scan, when the sonographer told us the baby looked a bit small, and that she was going to get someone else to have a look. I just thought ‘Well, we’ll just have a small baby, that’s ok’. It was then that we were told the baby had died at around 7 weeks, but my body had shown no signs of it. I chose to have it medically managed, but also had to have a D&C as it hadn’t been completely successful. We were absolutely devastated. It wasn’t until it happened to us that we realised how common it was. The 1 in 4 figure doesn’t mean much until your colleagues and friends tell you that they had suffered the same. We wre lucky enough to go onto to have 2 amazing boys, but I have friends who have suffered multiple miscarriages.

I wanted to support the Miscarriage Association because it’s not important not only to raise awareness, but also to help fund further research on miscarriage. Before my own miscarriage I worked for a charity who supported women for whom recurrent miscarriage was part of their condition. The stories I heard were heartbreaking. If my small sum of £200 goes just a little way to supporting these women, and women like me, then it was worth every wind-swept mile!

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