The time has come for one last plea for support.
Tomorrow (Thursday 12th April), I take on the challenge that I announced only three months ago, right here at Glen’s Life.
Glen’s 10K run for Cystic Fibrosis is very much on.
My Asics and I have pounded the streets in preparation for this. I’m ready. I could actually be mistaken for an athlete the way I’ve been speeding along. and I mean a proper athlete - not just a darts player.
Well I say athlete…
Sumo wrestlers are athletes, right?
If you are at all interested, please go to my 10K page above to read all about the challenge and to find out how you could make a difference to the lives of those who suffer with Cystic Fibrosis. Or please click here to donate - thanks. The money does not come to me at all, it is an official “giving” website and the money goes direct to the CF Trust through the portal set up by my marathon running Brother-in-law.
So how far is 10Km in real measurements? 6.2 miles, this is a very long way, in my opinion. Maybe not a marathon – like my Brother-In-Law is running (the fool) - but still a bloody long way to be pushing a finely tuned body like mine along without a pie-stop or sleep.
So at the very least wish me luck and if you are London based then I should mention that if I don’t die en-route then I should be reaching the Railway Tavern by Liverpool Street Station at about 7:30 pm. Any folk loitering about showing any kind of support are likely to be fleeced for either cash for the CF trust or beer for me, but don’t let that put you off – I’m very easily distracted. The old “look over there, Kylie Minogue is trying on new hotpants” line works every time!
Okay folks, I’m stretching now – here we go…