No....yes....no.... no really I am....honestly..... no I'm not making it up.... I am....running.

I have spent most of my life trying to get out of games' lessons by forging sick notes.  I have complained relentlessly about how annoying sporty people are.  I have staunchly refused to take the stairs and got the lift.  But, yes, I am going to do a run.  It is against every fibre of my being (which is telling me to stay at home and eat chocolate digestives), but I'm going to do it.

Okay, so it won't seem much to those of you who have climbed Kilimanjaro or ran the London Marathon.  But for me, trust me, this is big. 

 

Your moral and financial support appreciated.  Will let you know if I survive.

 

Rachel