Richard Wright

author of strange, dark fictions

Getting Fitter

Mumbai, Ho!

November 3, 2012 by Richard Wright in Getting Fitter, Journal, Running

A typical training session for the Chanakyapuri Cheetahs, as we prepare to take on the Mumbai Marathon on January 20th, 2013. Magnificent specimens, as you’ll agree.

A month or so ago, we ran the Delhi half marathon in what became (at least, for the purposes of running 13 miles) ridiculous temperatures of about 32 degrees. Between us, there was pain, some extremely painful nipples, and one instance of mid-race explosive decompression, of which the very knowing about haunts my dreams.

Which didn’t stop us having a good time. Accordingly, we’re off to Mumbai now, to try and run a full marathon. 26 miles, and fellow Cheetah Natalie states that we can look forward to temperatures around about 26 degrees (or 78 Fahrenheit) as the day warms up. As we all discovered last month, these things are all about the heat, in India at least.

We’ve always planned to do the Mumbai marathon – even the Delhi half was just a stop along the way. Now that our applications have been accepted and numbers assigned (I’ll be runner 5502, and will be starting off in Group B), we can see if we can turn our running powers to good.

So give us yer fecking money.

The Chanakyapuri Cheetahs will be running to raise money for the Royal Marsden Cancer Charity. It’s not a random choice. The suggestion was made by a friend and fellow runner, who has been on the receiving end of the help and support the charity gives. Obviously, there’s only one way to qualify for that support. Now that she and her family needs it, it’s been offered unconditionally. The Royal Marsden hospital is also on the front line of serious international cancer research. I don’t need to point out how horrifying a thing cancer is, because almost all of you know somebody, or know somebody who knows somebody else, who has been shattered by it. If you want to know more about where we’re routing your cash to, their own website is here.

So give us yer fecking money. Seriously. We’d really like to take it off you, and put it to good work. Every little helps. Do it now, before you forget (then you can feel all self-righteous when I next blog to ask you to donate, because you’ll already have done so). You know you want to.

Also, I know where many of you live, and if you don’t give us yer fecking money then I’m perfectly prepared to bring the team along in costume as above, and stand outside your windows late at night in these exact poses, until you cry and relent.

So, give us yer fecking money.

Please.

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