“It’s funny — before cancer, the thought of running a marathon seemed impossible. Even when I was at my healthiest, I’d laugh it off, thinking, “That’s just not for me.” But everything changed after my diagnosis.
I’ll never forget looking at myself in the mirror after my bilateral mastectomy — surrounded by surgical drains, blood, pain, and exhaustion. It was one of the rawest, most vulnerable moments of my life. And yet, something shifted. I remember thinking, “Well, that’s behind me now… so what’s next?”
It wasn’t about the marathon. It was about reclaiming my body, my strength, and my will to keep pushing forward. What once felt unimaginable slowly became a symbol of everything I had fought through — not just physically, but emotionally.
Cancer stripped me down, but it also rebuilt me — into someone who no longer laughs at challenges but runs toward them, quite literally. Because now, every mile I run is a reminder that I survived… and that I’m still moving forward.”