The last week has been a tough one with a little fundraising and a lot of hard work...
Recently funds have been coming in dribble and we are putting in a lot of effort and work for what seems like very little pay off, however each £100 pound raised counts for an awful lot when you consider the total fund we have to raise. Now into March we are looking at new ways of raising larger sums with events and still pursuing the corporate sponsor route - we need help, as much as ever. So new strategies have been drawn up and ideas formulated for potential sponsors, although the existing packages are still in place, our negotiations and presentations have taken a new twist. to be revealed in good time.
On Friday 25th Feb myself and one very special volunteer ran a car wash day at Cambridgeshire County Council... I never realised just how big and dirty some cars could be. By the end of the day a total of 22 cars were washed at a minimum donation of £4.50 I actually had to turn cars away at one point, a situation I did not want to be in but had the extra volunteers perhaps we could have accommodated more vehicles. Despite this failing I was pleased with the funds raised and must make my very sincere thanks known to Berni who helped on this event tirelessly from start to finish.
On Saturday 26th February Tom & I attended the Birmingham NEC Boat show, winning free tickets from Star radio Cambridge we took advantage of the day parading the halls in our Oar Raisers T-shirts and buttering up potential sponsors and suppliers. We made some very positive connections and hopefully a few good working relationships may come of it.
Having posted the next big event on Face book, we've been training a more sport specific regime for an endurance cycle ride. The Oar Raisers Paris to Cambridge cycle challenge is open to all and will take place at the end of May, details are on Face book and various posters but are also available by email on request. This is a really tough event requiring massive amounts of organising where logistics are concerned so any help is appreciated and greatly needed...
That's all for now gang, keep following and hopefully March will bring some good news for all of us!...
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Wednesday, 2 March 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
The Oar Raisers Cambridge to Kent post walk report:
Post Even Report:
The Oar Raiser Cambridge to Kent walk
As you’re all no doubt aware, last weekend saw the Oar Raisers and some dedicated friends went for an 80 mile stroll down to Gillingham Kent. For Tom & I this was both a fundraiser and training exercise, it was intended to test our physical and mental endurance at this stage in our Atlantic campaign.
At 07:00 Friday morning we left Cambridge City centre waved off by the Mayor, ten participant in total. We set off with the route heading to Saffron Walden intending to make this our first big rest stop. This first leg of the journey felt upbeat, exciting and quite swift. It took around six hours even though we stopped a few times to grap supplies and speak to local press. It was really important that we motivated everyone on this leg as it was the first and completing it with ease would make the rest seem much more achievable. Finding a nice Cafe we took just over 30 minutes rest to change our socks, eat and get ready to move out.
Next leg was on to Stanstead Mountfitchet, we were less three people. Our two female companions had only intended to do the first leg as they had prior engagements later that day - nonetheless both Maria and Lisa walked their part with ease and kept following our progress throughout the weekend, well done gals you were great!... James unfortunately damaged his foot and made the decision to stop before exacerbating - I’m certain he could have gone all the way if not for the foot. The problem was it could have been ligament damage and not worth the risk - so well done James for getting as far as our first checkpoint, it was the right decision to stop. Seven lads set out to stop through to checkpoint two.
High spirits helped us really pound the pavement and make really good ground, arriving in Stanstead Mountfitchet early evening we bunked down between the support car and oddly high pavement. Tom & I went in for the tasty HeaterMeals we were using, Lamb Curry and Chunky Chili Chicken, they provided a welcome source of energy and warmth, Tom Amor cooked up some rations in his Hexamine army stove which must have been quite a sight for onlooking high street lingerers. At this point pretty much everyone had to participate in what was soon to become a frequent foot care ritual, airing our feet for a few minutes, talc and zinc tape where necessary, fresh dry socks, boots back on and some light stretching to warm the legs back up. It seemed that as the dark set in so did the cold, sitting still for forty minutes to rest meant our legs were starting to stiffen - this was the first sign of any physical problems but unperturbed by situation we got out the hats and gloves put on Hi-vis tops and pushed on.
Rather than stop at Bishop’s Stortford we decided to push straight through to a Petrol Station near Sawbridgeworth, it had seemed to make sense that we keep making the progress we had been. However by the time we got to the support car waiting at a petrol station just outside a small town full of curry houses we were exhausted and beginning to realise the scale of our challenge.
There’s something quite interesting about sitting in a brightly lit petrol station in the dead of night with six other guys all looking as though we’d just clambered from the grave. Our newly arrived second support car provided tea, coffee and much to my delight Peanut butter cream cakes - Debs, I love you for this...Thank you, you most brilliant woman. Foot ritual, food and this time pain killers, I was on particularly low psychological ground by this point. Ordinarily I am not just a strong motivator for myself but for others around me, I had had a steady decline in my belief that what we were doing was actually worthwhile. Over the last few hours I began to have some really quite depressing thoughts and unusually for me I could find a way of getting myself out of that mindset, I spiraled down further and further until my head hung limp on my shoulders as I dragged my feet. Knowing I had to do something about the situation I rang Abigail for some semblance of familiarity... I was tired, drained physically and mentally, in need of food and desperate not to give up. Abigail assured me that everyone was following our progress on the web tracker we’d set up, she told me how well we were all doing, I found it hard to respond but hearing that comforting voice lifted me just high enough to think about what we were doing. Suddenly I realised that if Tom or I could not complete this walk then we did not deserve the privilege of Rowing across the Atlantic. I guzzled an energy sachet, took two pain killers, ate a banana, rubbed deep heat into my tightening leg muscles, swigged a large swig of whiskey and told myself to move.
Shortly after moving off it became obvious that one of the group (one of my oldest friends) was starting to suffer, his long strong stride had beed reduced to a step and hop then limp and a wince and finally a hobble. I had to call it and tell him enough was enough, there was no shame in stopping - though disappointed I think he knew it was the right thing to do. Some two hours later we’d made little progress but many people in pub windows began to look out at us in disbelief as the 60mph winds battered us along the unlit B roads, head torches were our only source of light. Meeting the support car and a fresh face that intended to finish the walk with us from Harlow, we rested for a few minutes refilling our Camelbaks and snacking on chocolate. A bit of friendly laddish and often rude banter goes a long way at point like this, Our newby was most welcome and my injured friend had taken care of his feet, strapped them up and felt worlds better - he got out of the car and said “I’m finishing this walk”.
The twelve hours of darkness had left us demotivated and fed up, walking was no longer a friendly adventure but a bitterly twisted torture. There was no time to take in the villages and no light for us to see the natural beauty of this landscape, this trip had slowly become bereft of anything that felt even remotely good. We’d Pushed through a ford and chanced a way through instead of going around and taking more time going back on ourselves, the support car behind us crawled along to light the way which was precarious to say the least. Once through like a madman possessed I marched on dangerously without a head torch, hoping to just get to the next checkpoint and not think about what was behind, angry at the road I was pounding, angry at everything I dug deep and sped through the last mile to a point just eighteen miles from Tilbury and the Ferry.
It seemed the end was in sight but we actually fifteen miles to the ferry and then twelve from there to the pub in Gillingham. We were all suffering to varying degrees, Blisters, strains and lack of sleep were all taking their toll. As the dawn broke and we began walking into daylight our task appeared to reveal itself in easier sections, roads were better, there were footpaths and long stretches of straight asphalt - making small goals easy to achieve. Our speed in the night had dropped dramatically to a mere one mile an hour, now we were gaining momentum again and kicking out three, four and sometimes more as if quite metaphorically the sun reinvigorated us. Then before we had time to think about it Tilbury was in sight and we were on course to meet the time frame we’d previously estimated.
Saturday midday all aboard and Kent bound, the water was choppy and the winds were still gale force all down the line. The whole unit was happy and relieved to have got this far and in the time we had especially when everything had looked so bleak only six hours before. As we crossed the river and the Gravesend dock came into sight we saw and heard the cheers of about thirty people in Oar Raisers T-shirts and Parkinson’s charity boxes. This was a moving and incredibly welcome moment as we had arrived at our final furlong, stepping off the boat and into the crowd it was hard to reciprocate the joy and emotion that everyone was demonstrating. I hope These kind and wonderful people appreciate just how much that meant to us all even if we had no energy to show them.
The final twelve came in long and lasting inclines, each step shot a pain through your legs like you were walking on crucifixion nails, I’m not exaggerating here - this was the hardest and most challenging end to an intensely difficult journey. After a while the sign came “Welcome to Medway” I knew the first pint and end point was in sight, everything felt achievable now and we really dug in, finding energy reserves depleted but still pushing and pushing only four miles to go. ROchester fell beneath our feet with ease and Tom and I decided to take some pressure off our feet by jogging half a mile or so through Chatham. These old familiar towns held memories for me but I’d never felt like this coming home before. Gillingham and ten minutes from the pub, everything fell quiet as the blue light of early night crept over us. We’d lost three walkers, been through four county’s, spent twelve hours in isolated dark, nursed each others blistered feet, walked for thirty five hours without sleep, crossed the estuary on ferry and arrived at our final destination. The Frog & Toad Pub held throngs of supporters clapping and cheering directing us to cross a ribboned line. The smell of hot food and the sight of freshly poured Guinness twinkled in all our eyes, every small detail was lapped up by the senses as we rolled in and found ourselves elated. We had completed the eighty mile Oar Raisers Cambridge to Kent walk and now we had to party...
The Oar Raiser Cambridge to Kent walk
As you’re all no doubt aware, last weekend saw the Oar Raisers and some dedicated friends went for an 80 mile stroll down to Gillingham Kent. For Tom & I this was both a fundraiser and training exercise, it was intended to test our physical and mental endurance at this stage in our Atlantic campaign.
At 07:00 Friday morning we left Cambridge City centre waved off by the Mayor, ten participant in total. We set off with the route heading to Saffron Walden intending to make this our first big rest stop. This first leg of the journey felt upbeat, exciting and quite swift. It took around six hours even though we stopped a few times to grap supplies and speak to local press. It was really important that we motivated everyone on this leg as it was the first and completing it with ease would make the rest seem much more achievable. Finding a nice Cafe we took just over 30 minutes rest to change our socks, eat and get ready to move out.
Next leg was on to Stanstead Mountfitchet, we were less three people. Our two female companions had only intended to do the first leg as they had prior engagements later that day - nonetheless both Maria and Lisa walked their part with ease and kept following our progress throughout the weekend, well done gals you were great!... James unfortunately damaged his foot and made the decision to stop before exacerbating - I’m certain he could have gone all the way if not for the foot. The problem was it could have been ligament damage and not worth the risk - so well done James for getting as far as our first checkpoint, it was the right decision to stop. Seven lads set out to stop through to checkpoint two.
High spirits helped us really pound the pavement and make really good ground, arriving in Stanstead Mountfitchet early evening we bunked down between the support car and oddly high pavement. Tom & I went in for the tasty HeaterMeals we were using, Lamb Curry and Chunky Chili Chicken, they provided a welcome source of energy and warmth, Tom Amor cooked up some rations in his Hexamine army stove which must have been quite a sight for onlooking high street lingerers. At this point pretty much everyone had to participate in what was soon to become a frequent foot care ritual, airing our feet for a few minutes, talc and zinc tape where necessary, fresh dry socks, boots back on and some light stretching to warm the legs back up. It seemed that as the dark set in so did the cold, sitting still for forty minutes to rest meant our legs were starting to stiffen - this was the first sign of any physical problems but unperturbed by situation we got out the hats and gloves put on Hi-vis tops and pushed on.
Rather than stop at Bishop’s Stortford we decided to push straight through to a Petrol Station near Sawbridgeworth, it had seemed to make sense that we keep making the progress we had been. However by the time we got to the support car waiting at a petrol station just outside a small town full of curry houses we were exhausted and beginning to realise the scale of our challenge.
There’s something quite interesting about sitting in a brightly lit petrol station in the dead of night with six other guys all looking as though we’d just clambered from the grave. Our newly arrived second support car provided tea, coffee and much to my delight Peanut butter cream cakes - Debs, I love you for this...Thank you, you most brilliant woman. Foot ritual, food and this time pain killers, I was on particularly low psychological ground by this point. Ordinarily I am not just a strong motivator for myself but for others around me, I had had a steady decline in my belief that what we were doing was actually worthwhile. Over the last few hours I began to have some really quite depressing thoughts and unusually for me I could find a way of getting myself out of that mindset, I spiraled down further and further until my head hung limp on my shoulders as I dragged my feet. Knowing I had to do something about the situation I rang Abigail for some semblance of familiarity... I was tired, drained physically and mentally, in need of food and desperate not to give up. Abigail assured me that everyone was following our progress on the web tracker we’d set up, she told me how well we were all doing, I found it hard to respond but hearing that comforting voice lifted me just high enough to think about what we were doing. Suddenly I realised that if Tom or I could not complete this walk then we did not deserve the privilege of Rowing across the Atlantic. I guzzled an energy sachet, took two pain killers, ate a banana, rubbed deep heat into my tightening leg muscles, swigged a large swig of whiskey and told myself to move.
Shortly after moving off it became obvious that one of the group (one of my oldest friends) was starting to suffer, his long strong stride had beed reduced to a step and hop then limp and a wince and finally a hobble. I had to call it and tell him enough was enough, there was no shame in stopping - though disappointed I think he knew it was the right thing to do. Some two hours later we’d made little progress but many people in pub windows began to look out at us in disbelief as the 60mph winds battered us along the unlit B roads, head torches were our only source of light. Meeting the support car and a fresh face that intended to finish the walk with us from Harlow, we rested for a few minutes refilling our Camelbaks and snacking on chocolate. A bit of friendly laddish and often rude banter goes a long way at point like this, Our newby was most welcome and my injured friend had taken care of his feet, strapped them up and felt worlds better - he got out of the car and said “I’m finishing this walk”.
The twelve hours of darkness had left us demotivated and fed up, walking was no longer a friendly adventure but a bitterly twisted torture. There was no time to take in the villages and no light for us to see the natural beauty of this landscape, this trip had slowly become bereft of anything that felt even remotely good. We’d Pushed through a ford and chanced a way through instead of going around and taking more time going back on ourselves, the support car behind us crawled along to light the way which was precarious to say the least. Once through like a madman possessed I marched on dangerously without a head torch, hoping to just get to the next checkpoint and not think about what was behind, angry at the road I was pounding, angry at everything I dug deep and sped through the last mile to a point just eighteen miles from Tilbury and the Ferry.
It seemed the end was in sight but we actually fifteen miles to the ferry and then twelve from there to the pub in Gillingham. We were all suffering to varying degrees, Blisters, strains and lack of sleep were all taking their toll. As the dawn broke and we began walking into daylight our task appeared to reveal itself in easier sections, roads were better, there were footpaths and long stretches of straight asphalt - making small goals easy to achieve. Our speed in the night had dropped dramatically to a mere one mile an hour, now we were gaining momentum again and kicking out three, four and sometimes more as if quite metaphorically the sun reinvigorated us. Then before we had time to think about it Tilbury was in sight and we were on course to meet the time frame we’d previously estimated.
Saturday midday all aboard and Kent bound, the water was choppy and the winds were still gale force all down the line. The whole unit was happy and relieved to have got this far and in the time we had especially when everything had looked so bleak only six hours before. As we crossed the river and the Gravesend dock came into sight we saw and heard the cheers of about thirty people in Oar Raisers T-shirts and Parkinson’s charity boxes. This was a moving and incredibly welcome moment as we had arrived at our final furlong, stepping off the boat and into the crowd it was hard to reciprocate the joy and emotion that everyone was demonstrating. I hope These kind and wonderful people appreciate just how much that meant to us all even if we had no energy to show them.
The final twelve came in long and lasting inclines, each step shot a pain through your legs like you were walking on crucifixion nails, I’m not exaggerating here - this was the hardest and most challenging end to an intensely difficult journey. After a while the sign came “Welcome to Medway” I knew the first pint and end point was in sight, everything felt achievable now and we really dug in, finding energy reserves depleted but still pushing and pushing only four miles to go. ROchester fell beneath our feet with ease and Tom and I decided to take some pressure off our feet by jogging half a mile or so through Chatham. These old familiar towns held memories for me but I’d never felt like this coming home before. Gillingham and ten minutes from the pub, everything fell quiet as the blue light of early night crept over us. We’d lost three walkers, been through four county’s, spent twelve hours in isolated dark, nursed each others blistered feet, walked for thirty five hours without sleep, crossed the estuary on ferry and arrived at our final destination. The Frog & Toad Pub held throngs of supporters clapping and cheering directing us to cross a ribboned line. The smell of hot food and the sight of freshly poured Guinness twinkled in all our eyes, every small detail was lapped up by the senses as we rolled in and found ourselves elated. We had completed the eighty mile Oar Raisers Cambridge to Kent walk and now we had to party...
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Certified, Preparation and exhaustion...
This week the Oar Raisers have been raising sponsorship for the 80 mile walk to Kent on the 4th of Feb.
So far so good, we have raised well over £100 each and expect to receive a healthy whack from our courages
friends also participating, Anyone taking on this challenge should know how truly grateful and inspired we are
by your efforts. Completing even a small part of this walk will be a big achievement, so we hope you're all ready
and as excited/nervous as we are...
With only four days to event day we should almost certainly be ready, however a few snags have exploded onto
the stage and in typical Oar Raiser form we are seeking out ways (kind friends) to resolve the problems. The official
red Oar Raisers fiesta that was to provide support and back up on this event has sadly passed away to the great
scrapheap in the sky to the sound of a blown catalytic converter and eroded manifold. I share the sorrow and loss
of my first car with Colin John Bowles, a man decent enough to have been my car sharing buddy...
I'd just like to say a few words in memory of Trouble (our cars nickname) -
Carry we who die in battle
Over land and sea
Across the rainbow bridge
To Valhalla
Odin's waiting for me
the loss of Trouble actually might make life quite difficult for us in the near future - so if anyone would like to donate a car of working order, it would be gratefully received haha
Ok to Tom then, Congratulations brother... Tom passed his trailer test this week which means he can now pull a boat behind his car, a massive benefit for us obviously, although nervous and with only half the generally required training R1 passed the test with flying colours and we wish to thank Peter Sutton of the Norwich trailer training company for his donation of the training sessions and all his help. Well done Tom.
All final preparations in place for the walk the Mayor of Cambridge will be waving us off at 07:00 am on Friday morning from the Guildhall, I am hopeful we will find another vehicle in time to provide support along the way. All those taking part, please don't forget your contact sheets on the day and don't be late, although we're not expecting a marching pace we do have a vague schedule to stick to.
As with most Sunday evenings, I am tired and almost unable to move my legs due to another weeks exhausting training and running around organising things, the sensation is less like pain but more like the warmth and satisfaction of knowing the hard work you've put in. It's hard to express in words without it sounding horrible but I have grown to quite like the feeling of my pulverised muscle meat clinging to my bones. The body is a remarkable thing and capable of enduring incredible punishment, I just hope our minds are as fortified.
For now, enjoy your first week of February and look out for us on Friday, any offers of support or services are still welcome,
keep reading,
Chris.
So far so good, we have raised well over £100 each and expect to receive a healthy whack from our courages
friends also participating, Anyone taking on this challenge should know how truly grateful and inspired we are
by your efforts. Completing even a small part of this walk will be a big achievement, so we hope you're all ready
and as excited/nervous as we are...
With only four days to event day we should almost certainly be ready, however a few snags have exploded onto
the stage and in typical Oar Raiser form we are seeking out ways (kind friends) to resolve the problems. The official
red Oar Raisers fiesta that was to provide support and back up on this event has sadly passed away to the great
scrapheap in the sky to the sound of a blown catalytic converter and eroded manifold. I share the sorrow and loss
of my first car with Colin John Bowles, a man decent enough to have been my car sharing buddy...
I'd just like to say a few words in memory of Trouble (our cars nickname) -
Carry we who die in battle
Over land and sea
Across the rainbow bridge
To Valhalla
Odin's waiting for me
the loss of Trouble actually might make life quite difficult for us in the near future - so if anyone would like to donate a car of working order, it would be gratefully received haha
Ok to Tom then, Congratulations brother... Tom passed his trailer test this week which means he can now pull a boat behind his car, a massive benefit for us obviously, although nervous and with only half the generally required training R1 passed the test with flying colours and we wish to thank Peter Sutton of the Norwich trailer training company for his donation of the training sessions and all his help. Well done Tom.
All final preparations in place for the walk the Mayor of Cambridge will be waving us off at 07:00 am on Friday morning from the Guildhall, I am hopeful we will find another vehicle in time to provide support along the way. All those taking part, please don't forget your contact sheets on the day and don't be late, although we're not expecting a marching pace we do have a vague schedule to stick to.
As with most Sunday evenings, I am tired and almost unable to move my legs due to another weeks exhausting training and running around organising things, the sensation is less like pain but more like the warmth and satisfaction of knowing the hard work you've put in. It's hard to express in words without it sounding horrible but I have grown to quite like the feeling of my pulverised muscle meat clinging to my bones. The body is a remarkable thing and capable of enduring incredible punishment, I just hope our minds are as fortified.
For now, enjoy your first week of February and look out for us on Friday, any offers of support or services are still welcome,
keep reading,
Chris.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Walking, Pictures and Dog...ing (not the sexy kind)
Firstly hello everyone, hope you're all well and have had a perfectly acceptable start to the NY...
As you are all no doubt aware on the 4th of Feb we intend to walk approximately 80 miles from Cambridge to Kent,
plans for said walk are well under way and shaping up to be fairly interesting, with 14 people confirmed to do part of
or the entire stretch we are hoping to raise a tidy sum for our cause and chosen charity... participants you know who
you are so do us proud as land crew and pull in that sponsorship!...
On Saturday myself and work colleague walked 11 miles as a trial run on the beginning route of the actual walk, Joseph
Anderton had never walked that far in one hit and completed with a good time of just over 3 hours, this is the pace I intend
to keep en route to Kent... Well done Joseph a real solid effort mate, little Abington is lovely!
Sunday saw 5 of the Kent walkers set off to Clayhithe near Water beach, There and back is almost 10 miles so well done everyone, I for one had a lot of fun and the pit/pint stop at the bridge was a particularly nice highlight. I (Rower 2) felt quite vulnerable to the wind and lack of heat around my ears and head, mainly due to the fact that I have decided to go very short up top and the once lustrous locks I had no longer provide the comfort and protection against the elements I am used to... However it has made training considerably easier!... This last week has seen both of push our lifting capacity on the decline Bench press to 6 sets of 8 reps 80 kilos, an incredible amount of weight and muscular endurance - it is just a shame we cannot walk to Kent on our hands...
So then, to the intrigue of 'Dog...ing' Today our friend Sophie is off to see her husband for the first time in ages, so we are taking Elvis (The King) quadruped until she returns, it's funny - Elvis has stayed with us before and is a pleasure to have, he looks at me sometimes as if to say 'don't worry mate, I don't think ya an idiot' This is affirmed by his sympathetic cocking of his head and friendly attentive stare... Black as night and strong as a horse it's easy to see why people think these guys are man's best friends, I don't think he could row the Atlantic but I think he'd give a good attempt at eating it.
for now, Over and out.
As you are all no doubt aware on the 4th of Feb we intend to walk approximately 80 miles from Cambridge to Kent,
plans for said walk are well under way and shaping up to be fairly interesting, with 14 people confirmed to do part of
or the entire stretch we are hoping to raise a tidy sum for our cause and chosen charity... participants you know who
you are so do us proud as land crew and pull in that sponsorship!...
On Saturday myself and work colleague walked 11 miles as a trial run on the beginning route of the actual walk, Joseph
Anderton had never walked that far in one hit and completed with a good time of just over 3 hours, this is the pace I intend
to keep en route to Kent... Well done Joseph a real solid effort mate, little Abington is lovely!
Sunday saw 5 of the Kent walkers set off to Clayhithe near Water beach, There and back is almost 10 miles so well done everyone, I for one had a lot of fun and the pit/pint stop at the bridge was a particularly nice highlight. I (Rower 2) felt quite vulnerable to the wind and lack of heat around my ears and head, mainly due to the fact that I have decided to go very short up top and the once lustrous locks I had no longer provide the comfort and protection against the elements I am used to... However it has made training considerably easier!... This last week has seen both of push our lifting capacity on the decline Bench press to 6 sets of 8 reps 80 kilos, an incredible amount of weight and muscular endurance - it is just a shame we cannot walk to Kent on our hands...
So then, to the intrigue of 'Dog...ing' Today our friend Sophie is off to see her husband for the first time in ages, so we are taking Elvis (The King) quadruped until she returns, it's funny - Elvis has stayed with us before and is a pleasure to have, he looks at me sometimes as if to say 'don't worry mate, I don't think ya an idiot' This is affirmed by his sympathetic cocking of his head and friendly attentive stare... Black as night and strong as a horse it's easy to see why people think these guys are man's best friends, I don't think he could row the Atlantic but I think he'd give a good attempt at eating it.
for now, Over and out.
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Cambridge to Kent:
One month from today we embark on an 80 mile walk from Cambridge to Kent, This is a mini challenge in the lead up to the epic adventure, this will be challenging for us and give us both an idea of where we are physically and mentally...
People are welcome to attempt the journey with getting sponsored as individuals, so far we have around 8 people confirmed to participate so thank you guys I'm sure you'll enjoy it and get a great sense of achievement on completion of your chosen distance.
You can do it in teams as a relay, or with a friend, partner, dog or hamster it's entirely up to you but if you do want to be involved please contact us and let us know as soon as possible so we can send you a kit list, contact sheet and sponsor form - you'll also get T-shirts for your trouble!...
As a training run you could be walking a few long distance weekend walk such as Cambridge to Ely along the river or perhaps to Fordham...it's down to you to train and down to you do something amazing so why not join us and burn of some of those festive pounds?!... this is a great opportunity for you to contribute directly to a charity and achieve a personal goal, go on give it a go.
People are welcome to attempt the journey with getting sponsored as individuals, so far we have around 8 people confirmed to participate so thank you guys I'm sure you'll enjoy it and get a great sense of achievement on completion of your chosen distance.
You can do it in teams as a relay, or with a friend, partner, dog or hamster it's entirely up to you but if you do want to be involved please contact us and let us know as soon as possible so we can send you a kit list, contact sheet and sponsor form - you'll also get T-shirts for your trouble!...
As a training run you could be walking a few long distance weekend walk such as Cambridge to Ely along the river or perhaps to Fordham...it's down to you to train and down to you do something amazing so why not join us and burn of some of those festive pounds?!... this is a great opportunity for you to contribute directly to a charity and achieve a personal goal, go on give it a go.
Festivities over, a long break and now for the torture:
It's been a long festive season for the Oar Raisers what with travelling to various places visiting friends and family between training and fundraising etc but now the new year has begun and we intend to rise with new vigour, taking the world by storm with our fundraising schemes and hellish training challenges...
Firstly we hope everyone has had a great Christmas and New year - we've been luck enough not only to see our families but to spend real quality time with our friends - Men, Women, and Elvis the quadriped
Firstly we hope everyone has had a great Christmas and New year - we've been luck enough not only to see our families but to spend real quality time with our friends - Men, Women, and Elvis the quadriped
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