Please!
Tomorrow morning I am cycling 50km for the British Heart Foundation. That equates to 38 miles - plus a further 9 miles to get from my house to Richmond Park. So in fact it's more like about 63km. Which I'm hoping will go without a hitch, which may be a little bit optimistic given that I've barely been able to go on the bike in the last fortnight for illness and looking after the kids reasons.
However! I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Might be a bit wobbly afterwards. It's a charity run from Richmond to Windsor, where thank the lord harry there'll be a Mother with a shower, as well as two small monkeys and their Dad to cheer me on. It's for the British Heart Foundation, who, touch wood, I have never had the urgent need to call upon and with any luck I will not have to. Certainly, cycling 63km may well help with the old heart health.
Cycling has saved me from myself. I eat too much (but I like good food, you see, that's the thing) and I sit at a desk all day. In 2008 I was struggling to maintain the front that I was a size 20 (UK sizing), despite my inability to get in to most of the clothes. I can't say I'm a size 12 now, but whilst I do still have chunky legs, that's more down to muscle, these days.
So help validate my meagre existence, internet visitor, by visiting my fundraising page and chip in a few quid to the BHF at the same time. And that includes you, mysterious "What should I have in my house" blog post visitors!
And thanks. I've been looking forward to doing this ride for two years. I'm crossing my fingers I won't have a puncture within 5 minutes of starting.
No, I won't. How dare you assume that a long cycle ride justifies fleecing your blog visitors.
