Look at that photo. God, what a mess. I’m sure you’ve all dreamed about it, laughing maniacally at a podgy and wheezing Nathan, delighting in his hubristic downfall as he staggers through the streets of Oxford. Well, now you can do that and ease your moral qualms, because you can give money to charity for this rarefied pleasure. Think of it as like giving money to free those Russian dancing bears. Except instead of being freed, I’ll just keep metaphorically dancing for your gratification. You cruel bastards.

I’m running TEN KILOMETRES in the Oxford Town and Gown race this Sunday, and it would be mildly lovely if some people would like to donate money to the charity which the race supports, which is the Muscular Dystrophy Campaign (N.B. it’s a campaign against muscular dystrophy, not for it - I checked). To be very, painfully, Englishly honest, I didn’t intend on getting sponsored (part of the £20 entry fee goes to charity anyway), but now I feel it’d be a bit of a bastard move just to run for reasons of my own vanity while my fellow runners glide past me with a warranted sense of moral superiority. Because I couldn’t let them get away with that. 

So I’ve set myself a nominal target of £100 to raise, but that’s by no means the upper limit. Apologies for the late notice, but I only made up my mind to enter the other day. All donations, of whatever size would be exceedingly gratefully received. And if anyone fancies hurling abuse/advice/encouragement at me, the race is all around central Oxford (on the High Street, Cornmarket, Broad Street, South Parks Road, etc.) and ends in Uni Parks.

Here’s a link to the charity in case you want some more information: http://www.muscular-dystrophy.org

TOO LONG; DIDN’T READ VERSION - GIVE ME MONEY TO MAKE MYSELF LOOK A FOOL FOR A GOOD CAUSE.

Right, that’s all. Go away.

Nathan