For a long time now, a few years at least, where CBMT was involved I've played to my strengths. Whilst so many others took up the mantle of a physical challenge, donned trainers and lycra and sweated it out, I stuck with what I was good at, namely admin, sarcasm and out of focus photos. But the time has come to move, both off the sofa and out of my comfort zone. In February I watched so many of our wonderful CBMT supporters including my husband, my sister and a great many friends, slog and trudge their way around the beautiful Gloucestershire countryside, lugging bricks and tyres up and down hills, hauling their weary bodies up rope swings and over walls, through tunnels and down slides, all the time covered in more mud than the trenches of Normandy. And I thought "wow, that looks.....AMAZING"! So I can do this, and I will do this. The fat, middle aged old knacker will conquer the 9km course, complete with its 31 obstacles (F**k you, ice bath, you don't scare me), through the swamp and across the finish line, even if I have to start on the Saturday and don't finish until the Sunday. I want that medal, I want that t-shirt and I really want that free milkshake you get at the end.

That's got to be worth a couple of pennies hasn't it? Have a rummage down the back of your sofa, raid your shrapnel jar and dig out the loose change in that middle bit of the car by the handbrake. My target is £150, but if I'm honest, wrestling myself into a sports bra without dislocating a shoulder will be the bigger issue!

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