For several months now, my husband has been hurling himself round the park, up and down the Great West Road and around multiple grounds of stately homes, training for the Bupa London 10,000 race in just under two weeks' time. It's his first race, and he's aiming to complete it in under one hour. And judging by his training he's going to do it!
He's running for the British Red Cross, a charity very close to his heart and who, with the absolute tragedy unfolding in Burma, desperately need donations to fund their aid missions to the area. Donations and sponsorship are transferred instantly into the Red Cross' account, so while there is no guarantee, it's highly likely that whatever you give now will go towards the Burma appeal.
Paul's set up a donation page where you can heckle as you donate (comments about the knees he nearly permanently knackered a year ago are particularly welcome). If you're a UK taxpayer you can tick the GiftAid box and Alistair Darling will cough up some extra cash. I know the US dollar is about equal in value to the Zimbabwean dollar at the moment, but everything helps, and the amount you give is not made public.
He's also got a training diary which hasn't been updated for a month, so I think you should e-mail him and abuse him until he tells you what he's been doing. I can tell you for a fact that he is out in Green Park running as I type!
I shall be there cheering him on, doing the inevitable obstacle course of aimless spectators and bewildered tourists from the start point to the finish point, whilst looking after his backpack. If you don't want to sponsor him to do the race, sponsor me not to kill anyone in the crowd "for being stupid" and put it into Paul's Justgiving account.
And if more than 10 of my loyal readers donate, I promise to put up a photo of him looking absolutely bloody knackered at the end of it, so you can mock him from your comfortable chairs.
He's running for the British Red Cross, a charity very close to his heart and who, with the absolute tragedy unfolding in Burma, desperately need donations to fund their aid missions to the area. Donations and sponsorship are transferred instantly into the Red Cross' account, so while there is no guarantee, it's highly likely that whatever you give now will go towards the Burma appeal.
Paul's set up a donation page where you can heckle as you donate (comments about the knees he nearly permanently knackered a year ago are particularly welcome). If you're a UK taxpayer you can tick the GiftAid box and Alistair Darling will cough up some extra cash. I know the US dollar is about equal in value to the Zimbabwean dollar at the moment, but everything helps, and the amount you give is not made public.
He's also got a training diary which hasn't been updated for a month, so I think you should e-mail him and abuse him until he tells you what he's been doing. I can tell you for a fact that he is out in Green Park running as I type!
I shall be there cheering him on, doing the inevitable obstacle course of aimless spectators and bewildered tourists from the start point to the finish point, whilst looking after his backpack. If you don't want to sponsor him to do the race, sponsor me not to kill anyone in the crowd "for being stupid" and put it into Paul's Justgiving account.
And if more than 10 of my loyal readers donate, I promise to put up a photo of him looking absolutely bloody knackered at the end of it, so you can mock him from your comfortable chairs.
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