Last year, my darling sister signed me up for the Great North Run, partly to get me back into running but also to raise funds for Marie Curie, who looked after our nana when she was dying. To even things out, I stupidly asked if we could do it again to raise money for the Alzheimer's Society, as this is what took our grandad.

As much as I did actually enjoy the event (shh, don't tell Jenny) it was made all the better knowing that we were doing something to raise money for something so close to our hearts.