So, having learned absolutely nothing, I’m now getting back into the boxing ring.

For the second time.

That’s right. I’m putting my remaining brain cells, questionable cardio and increasingly fragile sense of self-preservation on the line in pursuit of one of sport’s most prestigious and hotly contested titles:

🥊 TWO-TIME CHARITY BOXING CHAMPION 🥊

A title nobody asked for.

A title nobody will remember.

But a title I intend to pursue nonetheless.

Behind all the nonsense, though, there is a serious reason I keep doing increasingly stupid things to myself.

I’m raising money for the Iolanthe Midwifery Trust, which supports midwives and student midwives through scholarships, awards and funding, helping them develop their skills, knowledge and ability to make a difference to women, babies and families.

So this is my shameless appeal.

If you enjoyed watching me drag myself through two marathons…

If you’d enjoy watching me get punched in the face even more…

Or if you’d simply like to support a brilliant cause while encouraging a grown man to continue making terrible sporting decisions…

Please donate.

Every pound makes the training, the nerves, the inevitable bruises and the very real possibility of me dramatically announcing my retirement from boxing for a second time worthwhile.

🥊 Road to 2–0 begins now.