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Hey, CP...Don't Be a Twat!


Hey, CP,

I thought I’d check in; it’s been a while. This time next week we’ll be done, dusted and very sore. So, before we take a stroll around the park, let me take the time to give you a few friendly reminders.

In four short months you’ve had your moaning ass whipped into shape. I’ve got the blisters to prove you’ve dug your heels in and dragged your feet throughout. You’ve been coaxed into doing the one thing that you’ve spent a lifetime protesting about. And yes, I know you’ll say that walking isn’t your strong point – that’s why you’re called Cerebral Palsy, but that’s no excuse.

To be honest, Lee has worked wonders with you. He has 100% achieved his mission to make Elite Fit accessible to everyone and he’s so passionate about what he does. The thing is, he knows what your limits are, but constantly pushes the boundaries to help you achieve more. Sometimes I think he understands you better than I do because he can tell the difference between the moments when you’re just being awkward and the genuinely bad days. But he’s got us to where we need to be.

Let’s take a second to reflect on our love-hate relationship with the treadmill. I didn’t believe it was possible to sweat out of my eyeballs, but when we’ve been walking on the spot for what feels like ten years, anything goes. There’s been many an occasion when you’ve come to a halt midway through a five-minute stint and almost sent us flying off the end. Luckily, there’s always been someone ready to catch us and quash our You’ve Been Framed dreams. Did I mention that I expect you to walk continuously for ten minutes on the day? Our last session on the treadmill proved that you are more than capable, so crack on.

Do you remember those long walks on the beach when we felt the sand between our trainers because you couldn’t seem to stop our feet from dragging? They were fun – I’ve never walked along the beach before. Although, they were hardly romantically relaxing. What with Lee ramming the walker every few strides to keep us moving, combined with the number of hills we had to climb and the pace at which you climbed them, it’s potentially the most tiring thing I’ve had to do. Having said that, the sea breeze was a breath of fresh air.

I’d like to ask you a favour, if I may. There’ll be a point on Sunday when you’re knackered, you’ll make our legs turn to jelly and you’ll do everything in your power to prevent us putting one foot in front of the other. Please, think twice. It’s not about us. There are two amazing charities counting on us. The Lincoln branch of the Samaritans and Lincoln Drill Hall do what they do so well. In their own unique ways, they lift the community spirit and empower people to be themselves, regardless of their circumstances. The least we can do is help them to continue. Our kind and generous supporters have donated their hard-earned cash and can still do so by clicking here. On those grounds alone, we start at 1pm on Sunday (12th May) and make it all the way around the Orange Route (Grebe Walk) at Whisby Nature Park, even if we’re dragged by our friends. And last but not least, Lee has put far too much time and effort in to watch us give up, although he will be there to pick us up if we face-plant the ground or end up in the lake. Don’t be a twat!

Much love

Xxx

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