This week in the life of being me I became aware that something very wrong was occurring. As covered in my blog post where I went climbing and couldn’t stop thinking about Cyndi Lauper my friends seem to be on some kind of ridiculous loving life 2k14 health kick at the moment. I’m hoping it will subside in the very near future and we can just carry on being disgusting slobs.
Their wild decisions have chosen to manifest themselves this week in signing up for a 10k Marine Commando Challenge. I know what you’re thinking, live and let live. Well, I tell you what, I used to say live and let live (you know I did, you know I did, you know I did) but then I discovered I was expected to be a part of this whole debacle. Somehow this team of insaniacs (which I think was coined by Peter Andre) need me along for the ride, and not even to hold their coats as they disappear into the clay pit. This is actually insane. We aren’t marines, we aren’t commandos. Perhaps on occasion we have gone commando but that won’t save you across six miles of liquid shit.
The truth of the matter is this is going to be an amazing experience for all of us. Although we are all built like twiglets with googly eyes stuck on we have promised to take the threat of the 10K MARINE COMMANDO CHALLENGE as being real and threatening, because it is both of those things. We are all very competitive around each other, and in our own lives and I’m hoping that is reflected in our training in the coming months. I’ve already started following Craig David on Instagram so you know I’m taking this shit seriously. #eatcleantraindirty
It also means we get to do some good by raising money for charity.