Walk the walk

It’s been three months and more than 160 miles since I started my training for the Moonwalk.

And now the date is nearly here. In just five days I’ll be strapping on my hideously be-feathered and sequined bra and stepping out for a midnight stroll.

My decorated Moonwalk bra

Well not a stroll exactly, a walking marathon – yes that’s 26.2 miles – all in aid of breast cancer charities.

I’m not going to lie, I’m a little apprehensive about the whole thing.

Not just of walking around in public in my bra for all to see (feathers or no feathers), although that part doesn’t exactly fill me with joy.

No, I’m worried I won’t finish. ‘Oh don’t be silly, you’ll be fine!’ I hear you cry.

But what if despite spending hours trudging around London in the rain in my ever-so flattering pink mac, I don’t manage to reach the end?

The Wandle Trail

The idea of getting to mile 25 and having to bow out with a blister and a mild case of hypothermia sends me into a bit of a panic.

Saying that, there’s no reason to believe I won’t make it. I’ve followed the training plan to the point where I’ve got calves the size of rugby balls.

Yep, I've been all over the place. From walking up and down the banks of the River Thames and following the Wandle Trail, to traipsing up the A3 on my way home from work.

I've got to know parts of London I probably never would have visited.

Underneath it all I know I'll finish because it's such a vital cause.

Walking a few miles a week is nothing in comparison to what women (and men) with breast cancer have to go through.

And if walking for eight hours through the night in a bra helps researchers get that little bit closer to winning the fight against the disease, then I’m ready.

So too I hope are you… to sponsor me that is! Well this whole thing would be pretty pointless if I didn’t manage to raise any money wouldn’t it?

So if you haven’t already, please visit my fundraising page and donate whatever you can afford.

Thank you!