Sport Relief: Six miles of pain

17 03 2010

Peter (sober) and Ceri (drunk)

On 21 March 2010, I, and my housemate Ceri, shall be running six miles for Sport Relief.

Giving to charity is an excellent idea. Many weeks ago, the challenge of running six miles seemed like an excellent challenge.

Now, it seems like a very stupid idea. University work and general laziness has meant I have done the following amount of training:

Total hours of training: 0

The nearest I’ve got to training¬† is adopting a brisk walk if I’ve been late for a lecture or seminar. But the last time I covered a distance of six miles on foot was in the summer in the Lake District, and that was walking.

Below is the ‘story’ of how I’ve ended up in this disasterous (yet charitable position).¬† Also, this is the link to mine and Ceri’s fundraising page.

Any amount of sponsorship is welcome. Obviously, it’ll provide some form of motivation/consolation for me when I’m shuffling along the tarmac after two miles. But most importantly, it’s going to an excellent cause, and that, fundamentally, is why I’m willing to run weakly and pathetically six miles around a park in Preston. So go do it, please sponsor…


Once upon a time, in a mouse-infested house in central Preston, a student called Ceri was talking to her housemate, Peter, online.

The night before, Ceri had seen an advert for Sport Relief before watching Survivors. She enjoys watching Survivors – her favourite characters are Tom (because ‘he’s badass’) and Al (because ‘he’s funny’), but she does not like Sarah (because she’s a bit promiscuous) and Naj (because he’s a liability. He is though – he’d be much better going to school. Idiot).

Ceri, though, had been captivated by the Sport Relief advert. So, early on the afternoon of Wednesday 10 February, 2010, when she was talking online to Peter, she asked: “Wanna run a mile mate? For charity innit.” To which Peter replied: “Ooo! That sounds mightily spiffing! Let’s do it!”

They then had to make a serious decision: one mile, three miles, or six miles. Such is Peter and Ceri’s genius, they opted for six miles.

However, fear not dear reader. Peter and Ceri are extremely active people. They are very ‘outdoorsy’. Every day, at least twice, Ceri does her smoke-a-cigarette workout. It involves smoking a cigarette. Most da

ys, Peter ventures outside, come rain or rain (it’s Preston, so ‘shine’ is rare), to buy any or all of the following: a newspaper, chocolate bars, biscuits, ice cream, beer, pie (with mushy peas and gravy, from Greenhalghs).

So as you can see, beloved reader and prospective giver-of-money, Ceri and Peter are well-equipped for this self-destructive event.

The money they raise will go to Sport Relief, helping those in need both home and abroad.

If you’re not bothered about the charitable side, Ceri and Peter will not be happy with you for not donating – and they’re going to be journalists, they’re going to be in the ‘fourth estate’. They will have power. You want to be on their good side.

So to be on their good side, please DONATE! The more the better, but donate whatever you can afford. If you do donate, Ceri and Peter will run six miles, and one day you can claim a free hug from them.




One response

18 03 2010

i love this write up Peter , Good lokk to both of you i have donated on ceris form

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