I Hate Running.

I think Eddie Izzard said it was the natural human state or something like that.

HE IS WRONG.

Having said that I have foolishly signed myself up for the Bristol Half Marathon on September 11th 2011.

This means I am currently engaged on a punishing training schedule, which is most inconvenient and interrupts important pursuits like procrastination and nothing.

You can ease my discomfort by being my sponsor, and you can do this through my JustGiving page.

I thought long and hard about who I should support, I settled on the Disasters Emergency Committee, hopefully that’s something we all can relate to.

JustGiving do take a small amount for admin, but its best that way because the money goes straight through to the charity and then you know I’m not spending it on booze and cake (because that would happen).

I’ll try to keep posting update of my training on that Twitter, but be prepared for mostly grumpy, reluctance and pathetic wingeing from someone who has never really known any level of the suffering that people in East Africa are going through right now.

I know times are hard, but any donation would be gratefully received.

Thank you for your time.

Always yours.

@burningfp

(T)

13/03/01 – 14/03/01

“…in the back of a pre-paid taxi, driving up Park Street, the route I used to take everyday to get to work. From the window I watch people walking up the hill, and I think of the act of walking, stepping, placing one foot in front of the other, feeling the pressure of the ground under your feet, moving forward with the power of both legs. This is something I haven’t done for three weeks now. My right leg is already thinner than the left. At this stage, I’m not sure if this is because of the extra exercise my left leg is getting, mostly hopping, or the lack of exercise in the right, causing muscle wastage. The lack of mobility is producing not so much cabin fever, but a yearning for the outside, fresh air, the wind on my face, the sound of birds singing. these things I only experience at the moment during the mad lurch from building to vehicle and back again. With luck, the recovery process should coincide with the advent of spring. I’m looking forward to swimming again, once the plaster has been removed and I’ve had enough physio….”

Fortune: “When I was an alien, cultures weren’t opinion.”