Dear all... Wouldn't you pay a fiver to see me sweating, exhausted, knackered, devastated, while I attempt to reach Buckingham Palace all the way from Windsor? That's a knee-shattering, back-wrecking, sweat-busting 45-fricken miles.

Well... I don't think you would give me a fiver for that, but let me tell you that the money will not be washed away in beers after the race (although I wouldn't mind), but rather to help some at-risk young people across the UK (14-30 year olds), even a few of them that have had "trouble with the law". If you don't do it for me, do it for a hoodie down the road. C'mon. It can only be good. Thanks.

Alex.