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In case you hadn't realised...I didn't actually chicken out of the race, but completed it, in the not-totally-shameful time of 1hr 52mins. It was an absolutely beautiful day: blue skies, smiling people and lots of friendly Geordies.
Weirdly enough I loved every minute of it (even if my glazed look in the photos may tell another story), and am seriously considering taking part next year, if they'll have me, as the whole weekend was an amazing experience.
Thanks for all your support, financial or otherwise: your generosity was, for those of you lucky enough to know my Dad, well-founded.
And now you can go and check the photos of the wrecked Izzard, as promised.
Jon
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A huge thanks to everyone who has taken the time to support my efforts this Sunday - your words will spur me on to the finishing line...though hopefully not after the bloke doing it in the diving suit.
Will thank you all personally when I see you, but for now just look out for the wrecked guy in blue on the telly.
Jon
NB. I started this page only two weeks before Motor Neurone Disease claimed my Dad's life.
In spite of this quite fundamental update to my page, I've decided to leave my original plea for sponsorship below, since firstly, it took me a long time to write, and secondly because it serves to underline just how aggressively devastating MND can be.
Don't worry: I'm still going to be running...
Dad passed away at the family home on Saturday 25th July. He was together with family and friends and died peacefully in his sleep. In many ways this was a release, sparing him from the next stage of changes the disease was soon to bring. Clearly, not all those suffering from the illness are able to bow out on their own terms, and I would therefore ask you to consider this if you are thinking about sponsoring me, that their lives might be made as comfortable and enjoyable as possible.
Thank you for your support,
Jon
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