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Who the hell am I?

 Hi. I'm Gail. I'm 38 and I live in the beautiful city of Edinburgh.

I like wine, steak and sitting on my fat backside whilst arguing on the incredible edible internet (via the medium of Twitter).

What the hell am I doing?

 I will be running the Virgin London Marathon on Sunday 23rd April 2018 to raise money for Parkinson's UK.

Why the hell am I doing this?

My grandfather had Parkinson's, it was the force that trapped him in his body whilst his mind was sharp as a blade. It was the evil spirit that stripped him of who he was. It was what ultimately killed him.

Why the hell should you sponsor me?

 In my opinion, every £1 that is raised for Parkinson's UK which could mean that prospects are brighter for those in the future, is invaluable.

However, I completely understand that everyone has massive financial pressures and fully appreciate that you may need more of an incentive than that to part with your cold hard earned cash.

Honestly? I hate running. Genuinely, utterly and truly, I absolutely detest it.

So, if I'm going to try and raise money for a charity that is so very close to my heart, then what better way than get sponsored to do something that will be the very definition of hell on earth? The furthest I've ever run (ever), is 8 miles (2 years ago) - and I abhorred every single step.

Oh, and I'm also going tee-total and vegan till the marathon, because why not take the torture to a whole new level?

I'm also going to be blogging here about the whole sorry state of affairs as I go.

Let's face it, your donation is going to be worth it for the Schadenfreude alone.

You can donate here: https://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/gailhatesrunning

Love

Gail x

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