#19 Hot Cross Buns

After the whole 3 Peaks fiasco I was getting a little sick of these challenges being so, you know, challenging.

This whole crusade is supposed to be about enjoying the small spattering of youth that remains before I accept my post marital procession towards obesity, hip replacements, retirement (assuming I'm ever financially and legally allowed to do so) and a final swift and memorable round of bucket punting (I'm currently thinking a Baumgartner-esque stratosphere leap is the way to end it. Sans chute, obviously).

Whislt making for a good story, there was very little youth enjoyment in the three peaks. See, militantly herding idiots (my co-challengees obviously excluded) who are at least 20 years your senior does little to reinforce feelings of reckless youthful abandon.

I must admit that I have spent some time wondering if this whole 30 by 30 malarky is just a bit of a chore.

I needn't have worried - all it took was a slight flick of my right wrist and it all made sense again (ooh er missus).

#2 The Sweet Smell of Failure

Last weekend I ticked off #2 - Do the Three Peaks Challenge, but only on a technicality. A pretty big technicality.

It's a technicality that, depending on the exact moment in time, I am either very happy about or slightly embarrassed by.

Here's why...