My Week of Hell for Sport Relief
22.05.12
Being asked to do a challenge for Sport Relief is like being asked to be the god parent to an ugly baby. Despite knowing you will forever have a picture of an ugly baby hanging on your wall in case your godchild's parents come to your house, it is very difficult to say no.
How hard can it be anyway? You just smile by the font at the church at the christening, buy the child something silver and post a card once a year with an increasing amount of money in it. As for the picture, you just hang it in the room in your house you visit the least, although from experience hanging it in the shed always causes upset.
So when I was asked to engage in a 'Week Of Hell' that would involve transporting myself from Paris to London through the modes of transport that involved a bicycle, a rowing boat and some running shoes it was hard to say no. The call came as I was firmly entering middle age with a wider midriff than I had ever had in my life and my chosen mode of transport involved driving an automatic car so that when I did move anywhere I only used one leg. Sport Relief does sterling work within the UK and just when I was having increasing doubts about the wisdom of saying yes they took me to see some of their work in Sierra Leone. After that it was easy to stay motivated. At lunch time I discovered my son had been involved in an accident where he had crashed his bicycle into a bus. His head had shattered the windscreen and all I knew was he had been taken to hospital, and as he was out of the country nobody could find any more information. In the absence of information I just had to run the next 10 mile section during which my Achilles on both legs began to tighten to the point of agony. At the final pit stop I was informed my son had been given the all clear and Dot the physio for the trip did just enough to allow me to carry on till the end.
Source: Huffington Post UK (blog)