My initial story (below) could be seen as a bit 'off' in its tone so I thought I'd add this little bit at the beginning. I like to raise money for Rowcroft because they took great care of my friend Matt and supported his family. I opt to do things I don't enjoy because for me it's a fitting way to honour a friendship where irritation played a big role. To do things that are fun and easy would feel false. But laughing about something that's caused me great annoyance and discomfort? I can't think of anything more appropriate.

And now, the original story:

Perfect. Just bloody perfect. That's the only way I can describe this year's raising money in memory of Matt. Normally around this time I'd be trying to get sponsorship for the Rowcroft Colour Rush. The thought of the crowds, the noise, the 5km run and paint in my eyes never failed to set off feelings of dread. But, as I learned in early April, that's not happening this year. Oh, no. And upon looking at Rowcroft's events schedule there were but two options open to me. The wing walking turned out to be a no-go as I am way over the weight limit. So that means the bloody Torbay Half Marathon. And unfortunately it really is the perfect thing to do. It's going be busier, louder, longer and with the added dread of using portaloos and lots of chaffing. I don't even want to think what might end up in my eyes instead of powdered paint this year. I do not want to do this. Signing up to a half marathon that's barely two months away is a stupid idea. However, despite how much I dread those things and the pain I will no doubt feel in my legs, it's nothing compared to what Matt went through. And he did it with a hell of a lot more dignity than I'm showing here.