Fancy a little run round a lake?

Right now, 15 people are having a little run round a pond.

Well, maybe not a pond – Windermere. And not so little – a marathon distance. 10 times in 10 days.

I’m pretty impressed with my motivational levels if I manage to resist eating a whole packet of chocolate HobNobs in one sitting.

In the very distant past, I ran a half marathon (although ‘run’ probably isn’t the correct terminology if you walk some of it). I was so shattered, I was barely able to drink three pints in the pub afterwards, and had to turn down the offer of celebratory pork scratchings too.

I’m not convinced I could even walk 26.2 miles, let alone run that distance. And yet, by the time you read this, 15 people of varying ages and abilities will have completed their 8th marathon in as many days, with the prospect of 2 more still to go.

Their final ‘lap’ around England’s largest lake will be celebratory in a great variety of ways, and they will have the support of a huge number of people, as their last circuit will take place at the same time as the Brathay Windermere Marathon on Sunday.

This remarkably hardy bunch range from the veteran who has done the event 5 times before, to running novices who had just a handful of marathons to their name before setting out on this daunting journey last Friday.

Reading their blog posts on www.brathaywindermeremarathon.org.uk reveals the innermost thoughts of individuals stretching themselves to breaking point and beyond, both physically and mentally, cataloguing the euphoria and depths of despair each goes through on daily basis.

The photos are revealing too. By this stage, it’s getting hard to see some of the runners for the large areas of support tape covering their tired bodies, and the images of battered feet are enough to put you right off your tea.

This leads to a very important question: Why would anyone do this to themself? These aren’t professional athletes – they’re taking time off work to do this, and putting themselves under unimaginable pressure.

They may have their own reasons, but these are outnumbered by one common one – to raise money for Brathay Trust, The Ambleside-based charity with the mission to improve the life chances of children and young people, by encouraging them to engage positively in their communities.

Between them, these 15 heroes hope to raise £100,000 to help Brathay continue their work with young people, including those who are severely disadvantaged, at risk, NEET, and young leaders.

Whilst most of the runners had the good fortune to have a stable, happy, upbringing, they understand that for some of the young people Brathay work with, this is far from the reality they face every day.

You can sponsor the runners via the 10in10 Profiles page of the website, without leaving your sofa. 262 miles in ten days, to help young people they haven’t even met. That’s worth a few quid, isn’t it?

This post first appeared as my "Thank grumpy it's Friday" column, in the North West Evening Mail, on the 15th of May 2015. You can view the version used by the paper on their website here

I'll get to see the 10in10 runners depart tomorrow, and return back for their emotional finale, in Ambleside, as I work for Brathay. Should you ever be wandering through the internet and come across the @Brathay twitter account, that's largely me, and tomorrow I'll also be working on the @BrathayMarathon and @Brathay10in10 accounts, as well as Facebook, plus attempting to take photographs that the press might be using following the events.

No pressure then - I've only got to be in the right place for the start of the 10in10, the Brathay Windermere Marathon, Children's Fun Run and take shots of the Family Fun Day, as well as being at the finish line when the lead Marathon runners finish, and the 10in10 runners, as well as capture the presentations. All without showing up my complete ineptitude as a photographer. Plus look after social media. Eek.

If you're at Brathay Hall tomorrow, I'll be the one in a Brathay T-shirt and jacket with a white camera and a vaguely terrified look on my face... Do say hello!

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