Yes, I'm gonna run the London Marathon. Yes, I'm serious. Yes, I'm sober, so please read on.
Those of you who know me know that I am not/have never been and most likely never will be a runner. To be completely honest, I don't like running very much. OK, so why am I doing this? I'd like to tell you that the person I'm doing this for is one of the most wonderful people I've ever met, but he'd kill me if I said that (which might diminish the chance of me ever crossing that finish line), so I won't even go there. Only that much: MND is gonna kill him and every other sufferer as long as there's no cure. If that's not a good reason for running a marathon, what is?
If you don't know what MND actually is, you might want to check out this link:
UPDATE: Yes, I did it. Yes, I finished.
Thanks everyone for your support. You are incredible, and I'm forever grateful.