So, I have finally stumped up the courage - or have finally become daft enough - to have a go at one of the more scary Things To Do Before I Am Ancient (i.e. 30).
Having jumped out of a very tiny plane, stumbled down the Australian East Coast, scuba-dived around the world, lived in a Mexican jungle, been mugged in Zimbabwe and, erm, had shots that actually make you skinny-dip in Spanish fountains at 4am - plus other things that I don't think my parents would like to know about - I think I am ready to tackle the London Marathon.
None of the appropriate adjectives cover the pure fear I feel at doing this. But the competitive part of me is determined to complete it in a not-too-embarrassing time and I am training pretty hard, to the disgust of my friends who are disappointed at my lack of alcohol consumption recently (running + hangover is too too painful).
So to my friends - please give as generously as you can because if I don't raise enough to spur me on to complete the wretched 26 miles in a good time, you will have to put up with boring sober Parms for another year.
And to my parents' friends - please give super-generously because, let's be honest, you can probably afford it more than my impoverished, student-debt-laden friends...
I can assure you that Weldmar Hospicecare Trust - which is a very special charity that does truly heroic, fabulous things for cancer sufferers in including my grandmother, my grandfather and the father of one of my closest schoolfriends - will immensely appreciate your hard-earned pennies.
And I promise to keep you updated on how I get on and what time I manage to crawl across the finish line!
Love Hannah xx
