So it’s been a while since I have blogged, naughty me …

So it’s been a while since I have blogged, naughty me (slapping my wrist) well here we go…..

So I am preparing my body of a temple (amusement park actually) ready for this massive challenge and I keep thinking how am I going to do it? And here is what springs to my mind immediately.

Number 1 on my list is my dad, father, poppa bear! Can u imagine being told you’re dad has cancer? That his cancer is incurable and that all you can do is stand by and let this happen, no? Well 3 years ago nor could I until the dreaded day I got told. To be honest since that day I have been living in fear of the dreaded big C. My dad is amazing and has coped with his life having to change amazingly. How can I mope around when my dad is giving it all he has got to fight for his life. People always say to me “I don’t know how you do it Amy, if it was me I would be crumpled on a heap on the floor” to which I reply “what good is that going to do? I just do it” and it’s true because there is nothing I can do to stop what is happening and all I can do it keep my dad going, keep him positive and be a reason for him to keep smiling! (I hope I manage this, even though I always spend his money) it’s tough knowing what the out come is going to be but I need to do this to try and prevent anymore stories like this happening. We have been through lots of ups and downs with this big C from having positive results to negative but one thing me and my family have done is never lost hope! We all pick each other up and keep on going, for my dad.

My second reasons are for people who have lost their lives to melanoma (or any kind of cancer) One day will always stick out in my mind and that is when my dad got told his melanoma had spread to his brain and the next day I was at home with him and he logged on to a melanoma forum that he loves to talk to people on to discover a very young lady had lost her battle. We both sat their and cried together ( hopefully he wont mind me telling you he cried, real men cry) because it brings it all home that no one is safe and this girl was so young and she shouldn’t of had to be fighting for her life so young and she shouldn’t of been taken. This needs to end. For me it’s very tough because my lovely partner Craig and my best friend have both lost their mothers very recently and on both occasions I was fuming. I was so angry that this horrible disease had taken two more beautiful people from us, I was angry that the people I loved were having to deal with something so scary and that their story didn’t have a happy ending. Most of all I was angry that there is no cure!

I will forever be fund raising for factor 50 and I will forever be sticking my fingers up to the big C because why should we live in fear of it? Why should this horrible disease be taking precious lives from us? And this is where you come in. Without your sponsorship and your support this will never end. Please keep clicking that sponsors button and help some thing silly in June try to make a difference.

I am so grateful for the people taking on the challenge this year and even more so of the guys and gals who with no hesitation agreed to do it again. KOKO ssij’ers! See you on those hills!

Stay classy y’all
Amy xxx

So much to say and not enough blog!!

When my dad first told me he was terminally ill with cancer my whole world fell down beside me, I was devastated, how could this happen, this is my dad he is invincible, why has this happened to him but like I said this is my dad, there is no way he would let this defeat him and therefore there was no way I could crumble as he needed me. Through finding this out I found out who true friends are and found out just how loved and appreciated my dad is and along came #somethingsillyinjune.

Now of course I was going to participate, I would do anything for my family but when 8 other people put them selves forward I was in true awe of their commitment to my dad. We pull up at the start and everyone is full of beans, unsure of whats ahead but loving every minute. To be honest on day one it was pleasant, finding your feet, enjoying whats going on around you, hating Jon blowing that horn at every check point (which I then on day 3 was always praying to hear). Everyone got on attacked the challenge and at the end of the day we were all smiling. Of course there were a few niggles, aches and pains. Me and my dad made the perfect pair by 20 miles he was struggling up the hills and I was struggling down them, but you know what, we done it 30 miles down and 70 to go.

Day 2 I wake up and I can barely move but its ok everyone is smiling and laughing away there was no time to feel sorry for myself I just had to keep on keeping on. We push on, attack the day like we are invincible, the barber shop quartet leading the way. I’m with every step dying a little inside with pain but pushing through it, no time for feeling sorry for myself everyone was in the same boat. We fight our way through the haunted woods of death down the hill and we are at the first check point, brilliant! We set off again and bam! My dad is in trouble, its his knee. I knew it was bad when even the cows were spurring us on with their moo’s and he still wasn’t picking up the pace. Its just me and him slowly (like toddler steps) plodding along, not going to lie I wasn’t sure on what to do, with every step my dad took came a big yelp of pain or a swear word, we were pretty much at a stand still up a massive hill, and I was unsure of how I was going to get him to the next check point, but with patience and time we got there. He couldn’t go on, I stayed with him (you never leave a man behind) and good old Geoff (George) rose to the challenge, off the barber quartet went with the boat shoes in tow. My dad said he couldn’t go on so at the next stop I knew I had to, so I joined the quartet (I already knew in my head this was going to hurt) I was strapped up and jogging along with the boys. They amused me and were gentlemen, if they needed to fart they would run at the back, true gentlemen. We catch up with the others and come across a beast of a hill, it was worse than any of the hills we had already attacked, worse than the Winchester hill (if you read my dads blog you will know how hard that one was) but with a little encouragement and everyone’s smiles and banter I was at the top, woohoo! We get to the next check point strap up, refresh and off we go again. Then it gets hard, I don’t know what happened but this was the LONGEST 7 miles ever, I still say now that it wasn’t 7 miles because mentally it killed me. Everyone is powering on and then there was me and Sarah at the back, the pair of us limping away and in pain. It goes on, and on, and on. I start hallucinating thinking the sheep were the support crew cheering us on and when I found out it was only sheep I break. For the next 2 miles poor Sarah has a very depressed Amy along side her but its ok because we had each other. The mini bus is in sight but seemed so far away but we get there. I struggled alot when my dad wasn’t there, when he met us at the stop I just cried. Mentally this was tough. I wont even talk to you about what that evening had in store for us but we were not happy campers any more.

Day 3, the final day. I’m at an all time low. No one could hug me without me crying, even before we set off my lovely boyfriend comes to give me a morning hug and what happens I just cry. Oh brilliant i’m an emotional wreck and the rest of the team are going to have to put up with it, I try my very best to pull myself together, Toz clinks his cigarette against mine and we are off. Geoff in his boat shoes, still finding everything hilarious. We then head off in the fog and for the next 5 miles we just keep going up. Everyone is at a low, we are all feeling it but we trooping on. We start to come down and still there is no horn blowing, no white shirts, we have been going for 3 hours, WHAT IS GOING ON. I of course start my crying antics but its ok Ben, Tara and Joe give me a pat on the back I walk in front and keep going down. Then there it was, the steepest, muddiest, most horrible looking hill ever, I stand at the bottom, uhoh here we go again. I’m having a little moment but the boat shoes appear next to me, Geoff holds his arm out and up we go together, Geoff as always is laughing at the hill, it was always the smallest things that got you through. We get to where the stop should be but through a horrible load of coincidences the support crew weren’t there. But they arrive and then the most amazing thing happens; we are well behind on time and need the tempo upping so the next 14 miles or so are covered in 2 and a bit hours. It was the most amazing thing I have seen and I will always remember it – I would never have thought Tuna sandwiches could have such magical properties!!

Anyway as the story goes on there were more hills, more aches, but we made it as a team we crossed that line every single one of us. By that point Geoff had the speed kings which sounded like clogs clip clocking away, they brought us hours of amusement along the south downs. Every single person in that team brought something special which made every step that little easier so here I go:

Jade- one word AMAZING, through thick and thin she smiled, no matter what. She gave me so much encouragement to get back up and carry on. Gandolf became her nick name and even with a massive knee injury she just done it, she didn’t complain it was AMAZING.

Charlie- to me Charlie was silent but deadly. He was so quiet but there he was attacking every moment, he was pushing on helping Gandolf along the way, it was lovely to watch. He could walk next to me and be saying nothing yet some how it was just helping me no end.

Tara- in one word SUPER. Tara could be struggling but out of nowhere would just pull it out the bag and would just go, there was no stopping her, off she went like super woman. Picking everyone up along the way and taking them with her. She would crack a smile and everything would be ok.

Sarah- Incredible, in the most pain Sarah would just keep it going, singing her heart out, who would of thought after day 2 Sarah was going to be able to keep going with her poorly leg (Tara kindly names the tree trunk) but incredibly she did.

Ben- Invincible. Ben made it look like a complete breeze. We would hobble along with Ben in front of us strolling casually with his hands in his pockets, hopping the fences like he hadn’t already run 70miles.

Toz- Relentlessly enthusiastic is what I will say about Toz. He always found the silver lining in the cloud. No matter how crap it got Toz would just make it all seem that much better. He was consistent with his attitude and I never seen or heard a negative action come from him.

Joe- Snaggle tooth. There are much better words I could use for Joe as he was an absolute trooper but unfortunately for him he picked up snaggle tooth along the way. He has a heart of gold and was so committed to SSIJ it was great. He made sure there was no I in team on those 3 days.

Seb- Determined. There was no stopping Seb, absolutely nothing was getting in his way. He had so much life and soul throughout each day and he was never down about anything (well not to my knowledge). Seb always helped people without even realising.

Geoff- Speed kings. Geoff and his humour got me through a lot, when my dad pulled out and he stepped in his whole attitude was immense. He is so modest about his actions which makes it even better. I don’t think he will ever actually realise what he did for the team and how much of a breath of fresh air he brought.

My dad- HERO. Don’t think I need to say much else about him. He knew how to get me through the south downs and he just done it.

So that is it, no one will ever read this and even get a sense of what it was like for us. You just simply had to be there to understand just how difficult and how intense this challenge was. I must not forget to say just how INCREDIBLE the support team was. They too will never fully understand what they did for us and how they actually kept us together. Jonny, My Mummy, Aunty Alex, Uncle Joff, Craig, Luke and his amazing blister plasters, Dave oh no I mean Rich, Dawny Dawes, you are all wonderful people and without all of your cuddles, encouragement, enthusiasm towards us, time, patience and hard work it wouldn’t of been possible to of got through all of that. You are all WONDERFUL in my eyes.

I’m on top of the world today and will keep each moment locked away forever. I will never forget anyone that was involved and each of you have a special place in my heart. I’m in complete awe of you all and could never thank you enough for what you have done for my dad.

Thanks for all that have donated and believed in us and I guess I shall see you all next year YOU ABSOLUTE LEGENDS!!

Love hugs and kisses and remember …. Stay Classy!!!!

Over …..



Hello peeps, hows it going? I have been a naughty Chalkster and have not been blogging in a while (smack my wrist) but its ok IMMMM BACCCKKKK. Well since we last spoke you will all be pleased to know i have had many running disasters, not as great as the treadmill but still they are up there.

So i found i hate running on my own. When i attempt to run on my own i might aswell not of bothered, its boring. No matter what i do, what music i listen to or how many running games i make up in my head . . . . . ITS BORINGG. I also get scared running on my own, i am a victim of too many horror films so therefore everytime i go running i atomactically think the chain saw masacre man is going to get me. Which leaves me with limited “safe” places (not that broadchalke isnt safe just in my head its all a horror film) to run long distance in the land of broadchalke. So i take to the hill opposite my house. Its a hot day, im tired from work and really not wanting to run but here i go. Im going up the corn field its going good then a massive hare jumps into the track im running along and it races in front of me, its almost like he’s teasing me “haha look how fast and far i can run Amy, you are rubbish, haha look at me go, come along with your fat ass” well that instantly makes me angry so i keep going up the hill, and up and up and up. I get to the top and turn to the silly hare and stick my two fingers up to him. Now im feeling slightly pleased with myself i havnt let the hare get me down im powering on. I climb over the fence into the next field. This bits easy its a nice long downhill jogg. “oh crap, ouch, ouch, OUCCCHHHHH CHARLIEEEE” Im stood in the middle of stinging nettles they are everywhere and i think right i can hop through these quick and it will be fine, then theres more, and more and more, “WHERE DO THEY END???!!!” Im thinking to myself. Then i hear a twig snapp, of course in my head its the man from the chain saw masacre, of course it is, im in the middle of nowhere, on a big hill with no houses near by, “omg going to be chain sawed.” but i look and its only two deers about 100 metres from me. A massive sigh of relief. Then i look again and they are just stood there staring at me, so i stare back. Then i think hang on a minute “DONT JUST STAND THERE, COME AND SAVE ME FROM THE STINGING NETTLES GOD DAMM IT” but they dont. No they just stand there staring so now ive fallen out with the hare and the two deers. Ive faught my way through all the stinging nettles and im on the hill to get down, the grass is long i cant see and WHAM im in a badger hole, “WWHHHYYYY, WHY WOULD YOU DIG YOUR HOLE THERE MR BADGER” im shouting, so i spend the rest of the journey leaping in the air trying to dodge the badger holes which arent visible due to the stupid long grass. 20 minutes later im out the field, im stung all up my legs, im annoyed at the animals, im angry with the grass and i just want to get the last bit of the run over with so i can go home. I go into the next field. Im running through the field, im near the end of the field “yay” im thinking. I climb over to the track behind my house i have 400metres to go and im home “oh crap i cant get up the track” they have only gone and fenced it off, with a fence i cant climb. So now im forced to run the extra long way home. I get in relieved to be home, covered in stinging nettles, not friends with the two deers, hare and badger and have picked up 7 bites along the way. What a run. The main thing is i wasnt in a horror film and the chain saw masacre man didnt come out to play … phewwww.

ONE WEEK TO GO. OH MY GOD. I feel in no way prepared for this but im going to do it anyway and you know what ill give it 100%. Just keep donating and keep us keeping on. I am excited really, what will i do once the run is over? i will have no life anymore. I will miss all these horrible runs in the sun and rain and falling off things and down things. (hahaha joking i am, i wont miss them really) Thanks for all that have supported us and people get to the ale house this saturday for a lovely somethingsilly gig which Mr Thom Belk has very kindly prepared.

Good night all, sleep tight and dont let the stinging nettles bite ….

Stay Classy!


Treadmills gunna get ya …

Morning/ Evening all, hows it going? Better than me I expect. The past week has been a week of disasters, it starts off with having to work a 13 hour shift at work … ouch, it moved onto having an abscess on my tooth leaving me with sleepless nights and a lot of pain and having to put clove oil in my mouth. That stuff is vile actually its worse than vile not only does it taste horrendous it also numbed my whole mouth leaving me dribbling. So I was coping with a swollen cheek, dribbling and the taste and smell of cloves just oozing from me for hours. FAIL. So my week started like that I was shattered from a 13hour shift then couldn’t sleep for nights after due to being Mrs clove mouth, well you could imagine the mood and enthusiasm I had towards running whilst resembling a zombie.


Forest Gump

Iyaaaaaa peeps, hows it hanging? Slightly shrivelled and to the left? Harhar never gets old. Anyways welcome to my blog may it bring you just as much happiness and cringyness as it does me.

Today is Thursday April the 19th …. holy moly its only 2 months to go, this time in 2months I will be lead on a nice hot sandy beach sipping a cocktail and hearing the waves crashing ahh bliss …. oh wait back to reality, no this time in 2 months I will be 1 of 10 ultra runners attacking the south downs with all my might, I embrace this thought with open arms. Just think of how much of an achievement this will be, just think of all goodness 10 people will do. Have we inspired you? I hope so.

I have taken a slightly different approach to my training plan, I read Seb is running 12-14 miles a day and my dad and Joe also covering great distances …. well I am eating 12-14 choclate bars a day and relying on the good advice Forest Gump has to give, ever watched that film? I have, every night in fact. When he just runs for 2 years straight, well Mr Gump you are my hero!! If you watch Forest Gump just to that bit and don’t feel inspired to go out running then you are crazy, or perhaps I am? Either way, Forest will be my muse for this challenge, when I’m struggling I’ll think to myself , What would Forest do?

I went slightly off course then with my Forest Gump speech, ok I’m back. Everyone all the time says to me “Amy do you actually realise how far 100 miles is” yes, yes I do, it is 100 times 1 miles …. DUHHHH and “Amy I dont think you realise how hard this is going to be” yes, yes I do, its going to be like running 100 times 1 miles, its going to hurt, its going to be tiring and do you know what I AM GOING TO HAVE TO WEE IN BUSHES of course I know how hard it is … thanks for the encouragment nonetheless. People that say that to me should take one step back and look at WHY I am doing it, WHY its important and WHY we need to hear positive feedback!! After all Steve Chalk is my daddy and he would run this alone if no one even said yes. What kind of daughter would I be if I let him do that? …… Not a crazy one I guess (haha) anyway must dash been lovely ranting to you. Happy running and all that jazz.

And remember …Stay classy bloggers!!!!!