'Walk' my *rse .....

So, my friend Gemma puts out a general 'who'd like to take part in this walk for charity?' plea on her FB page. 'Why not?' I think, sign me up, how hard can 10 miles actually be? Really bloody hard is the answer, and I say that with the benefit of 48 hours having passed since I did it. I walked like John Wayne yesterday, my arse, thighs and calves were killing me. Kill. Ing. Me. It wasn't the gentle stroll I'd envisaged to be honest, it was a pretty harsh hill climb. The hils round here are beautiful once you get to the top of them, it's just that usually, I drive to the top and have a stroll round for a bit, get back in the car and drive home. This time we climbed them before we could do the 'oooh pretty' bit. Ouch.

Still, it's done now and we raised lots of money for charity ... which is pretty much the only thing that kept me going passed those annoyingly upbeat '1/2/3/4 etc etc mile' signs!! I will say this though, the TA's who were helping to marshall the event can bugger off .... when I'm in agony with calf cramps/sweating like a beast and swearing like a trooper, I do NOT need Private Cheerful McCheerful jogging past with his backpack sending a cheery 'keep it up ladies, you're doing really well' over his (rapidly dissapearing into the distance) shoulder. Though as Gemma pointed out, it's amazing how we both pretended to be all springy and full of energy everytime we passed one of them pointing us in the right direction.

It was all worth it in the end, finish post passed, goodie bag got (lightbulbs, jelly beans, a pen and some popcorn for those who wanted to know!) and money raised, which is what it was all about.