In the early part of 2013, I found out that a very special four year old boy has Duchenne muscular dystrophy. Over a curry and several beers with his father Daron, we decided to raise some money. By doing a marathon.

I hadn't run for 15 years. Other than to the pub.

And that's where it started. 

Help me get to the finish line... give generously to The Muscular Dystrophy Campaign, and help fund the research so desperately needed to strive towards potential treatments for muscular dystrophy.