My Story
Cancer has taken too many people I love. I'll be dragging my arse around a very muddy field of obstacles (think Ninja Warrior but lamer and muddier) on Sunday 17th June and making a tit of myself by faceplanting the puddles. It's my 19th Race For Life (and my fifth muddy one) so clearly I never learn lessons. This year, I've signed up my 72-year-old Mum, too, and there's a very real danger she will beat me. As if that humiliation won't be enough, I'll be the only one there not dressed head to toe in poxy pink and fairy wings, and my face will go so flushed it'll clash with my hair. Plus if the weather is baking hot I will be miserable as hell. I should add that I am not one of those weird people who run for fun. It's boring and painful and I hate it with a passion and I'm only doing this because it's an excellent cause. I can't even listen to music on the way round as my iPod would get trashed in Basildon's finest sewage water. I'm running, as I do every year, in memory of my nan, two grandads and some dear family friends, but I'm especially running for my son's generation. So please, take a sec to sponsor me a few quid so this exercise won't be in vain, and it'll go towards wiping out cancer for good. Thank you! PS If you are a UK taxpayer, tick the Gift Aid box so an extra 25% can be added to your gift AT NO COST TO YOU. Let the government pay instead. Mwahahaha!
