Run Mummy Run!

An email arrived in my inbox a few weeks ago, from Cancer Research UK.  Asking me to take part in a 10 k run.  Clearly it arrived at time when I could not be held responsible for my actions since I clicked through, was brought to tears by some of the stories of why people were running, remembered my own mother's battle with cancer and decided to sign up.

Clearly I also need some impetus to get fit again.  The endorphins do immeasurable good to my muddled, befuddled brain and keep me sane.  Cheaper than therapy, better for my skin than becoming an alcoholic, less messy than drug dependence.  All in all a Good Thing.

So if you feel so inclined perhaps you'd click on the shiny blue button to the right of this post and sponsor me some small token to get me loaded up with enough guilt to actually do the run.  Just one of your fine English pounds will do it.  Once I have the responsibility of others' expectations on me I'll be sure to get off my arse and train.

No more excuses Mrs Ward.  Get your trainers on!

Thank you kindly.

ps;  yes that is a running mummy pictured.  In case you were wondering.