Proper 3 peaks

Upon finishing the Yorkshire Dales 3 peaks last year, the one thing that stood out was how much fitter the boys I had done it with were. It was quite annoying. They'd all shoot off up the hills, I'd struggle on manfully. I'd catch up with them all, they'd all be resting up against a rock. Upon my arrival they'd all say "right, time to go", before shooting off again, leaving me to struggle onwards without a break.

We finished that walk at the pub. I was absolutely knackered and could barely lift my pint. The rest of the guys were ready to do another walk, I was ready to join the dog in the kennel. It was on the back of that trip that I bought the bicycle and decided to get as fit as the boys. I can beat most of them at squash, time to get fitter than the rest of them. The feckers.

Good intentions yes, they will come under severe scrutiny in a couple of weeks time when I attempt to climb the tallest mountain in Scotland, the tallest mountain in England and the tallest mountain in Wales, all within a 24 hour period. The fabled 3 peaks challenge. We have a driver, we have a will, we have a greater level of fitness than we did last year, but this one is going to be seriously hard work. Let's see what happens.

I won't bang on about this too much, but it's for charity. The Smile Train, the largest cleft palate and cleft lip charity in the world. My target of £150 represents the cost of operating on one child, reaching it will make a difference.

Donating is easy. Simply visit http://www.justgiving.com/sammccormack1, they'll do the rest. Every donor will receieve one blog entry. What a deal!