In two weeks I am running a half marathon. I signed up for it at the end of June, because I was feeling sad and lost, and needed a positive goal to focus on.

The reason for my sadness was that I was pregnant earlier this year, but at the 12 week scan, the doctors told us that I had had a missed miscarriage. That's when the embryo dies but your body doesn't realise.

There were several endless weeks of waiting, different scans and finally I had an operation to remove the pregnancy and the pregnancy tissue. 

On the first day back at work after the operation, I felt like a thick black cloud had descended. It felt a struggle to move one foot in front of another.

But my decision to start running again picked me up. Each morning that I ran, the endorphins powered me through that day. Running gave structure to a summer that was supposed to be shaped by pregnancy. Instead of counting gestational weeks, I counted miles. 

I wasn't going to fundraise publicly for this run, which is why I've left it quite late to build this page. But people often don't talk about miscarriage, or about mental health.

I'm fundraising for the Miscarriage Association, because in those dark weeks in June, they helped me make difficult decisions about how to manage the missed miscarriage, and they made me feel OK about the choices I was making.

Thank you in advance for sponsoring me!

Rose