On the 11th of March, I'm going to run the Bath half marathon.

I imagine most people will still be on the floor laughing after they fell off the chair in surprise, so I will give you a moment to compose yourself.

Good. You should laugh, because frankly I'm the last person you would expect to be able to "run", unless it's to make last orders at the bar. I have a habbit of breaking my ankles, and avoid exercise at all costs.

I doubt there is anyone to whom I need to explain why you should donate to Cancer Research, but if that isn't enough, then please donate so you can see me pass out at the finish line and be scraped off the floor by St. John ambulance! 

Oh, and if you want to know how fast I need to run, check out http://xkcd.com/135/