NOVEMBER

I'm in. I'm now a member of the team and an ambasador for the event - the Playtex Moonwalk London 2009.
                                                   
                                          With Dylan, my son, before a 10k run

Oh my word, what have I done - 26.4 miles, overnight, in my bra ( I have white, fat bits!) in central London and, to boot, on my birthday ! So, like all keen athletes, I've dusted down the treadmill in my bedroom and removed the mountain of clothes that's lived on it for the past year ... and plugged it in. Oh, have I been on it yet? Well ... not yet exactly. I'm still looking at it in wonder, and trying to pluck up the courage to jump on.

Since my last posting in October, some amazing things have transpired. First, my neighbours Rachel & Nick Taplin kindly offered my team and me - Tanya, Tanja and Judith - full complimentary membership at their local health club, The Club at Cadbury House.
                                  
                                              The Club at Cadbury House

All I could think was, what an amazing gesture. We're now looking forward to being whipped into shape by Tom, the gym manager, who's threatening to train me to within an inch of my life, to obtain a 6 pack.

You see, there's method in his madness. Prior to their sponsorship of my team, my daughter Lili decided she'll design my bra for the event. So, at the very least, I was expecting a grass skirt combo attached to the bottom of my bra to hide my Ruebenesque curves...

I've a mental image of me power walking in that funny-camp-Olympic athlete way, in a bra designed by a 10 year old (please don't let her design be two fried eggs), with my fat white bits on show! The grass skirt would help with my modesty (says she). However, The Club are going to design me a bra - haute couture, darling - with the club logo on each cup...hey - it's for charidee.

Oh, the glamour .. and did I mention that Tanya's 5' 7", tall, tanned, and honed to within an inch of her life. We're going to look like Kate Moss and her fat friend in funny bras ... marvellous.

The second amazing thing to happen was - on Thursday morning my mobile started to ring with a witheld number. When I answered - IT WAS ONLY THE BBC !! My details were passed to a reporter by a friend of mine and, hey presto, here was the Beeb asking me if I'd like to be interviewed by Adam Thomas on BBC Radio Somerset. There's something really strange about talking to men you've never met about your bra but - I gave it a good shot.

So, Friday morning there I was practising my best Auntie accent, and Adam called me and I was live on the radio.

The podcast can be downloaded from www.bbc.co.uk/somerset/local_radio/ and, to cut a short story long, we discussed Madonna's conical Jean Paul Gaultier bra, chilly London nights, and whether I've been exposing myself around Wrington. All really high brow stuff, I think you'll agree ! ?

So, Monday, I really must start my campaign of training, a nice gentle walk around Wrington should be a good start to ease myself into the reality of Tom's boot camp training at The Club.

I wonder if I could get myself some of those fat-busting shoes that tone your bum as you walk - that way ? Like all women I can multi task while training. I'll probably be thinking about all sorts of obscure and mundane things as I walk around. "Do the cats need de-fleaing ?" "Where did that other sock go ?" "Does my bum look big in this lycra ?" - the normal day-to-day thoughts of a woman in training for a 26.4 mile jaunt around London in her bra ... with 15,000 other women.

Talking of training, where is my other trainer .. and when did I have it last...?