In a bizarre fit of unprecedented insanity, I have signed up for
the Great South Run in October.
The Great South Run is a ten mile road-race on the streets of Portsmouth, the city near which I grew up.
I am crap at running. Really, really, no good at all. I never have been. I have never run more than 2 miles in my life, and haven't even run that far for several years. Running for more than a few steps makes me feel like death and gives me flashbacks to asthma-plagued circuits of school playing fields in deep snow, pursued by axe-wielding sadistic PE teachers. And bears.
This is going to take serious training effort over several months, and even then will be 80 minutes of deep unpleasantness.
So
sponsor me, pretty please. All proceeds to CLIC Sargent, who help children with leukaemia and their families.