47, Unfit, and Doing Tough Mudder for Men's Mental Health

On May 9th I'm doing Tough Mudder — 15km of mud, obstacles, and probable humiliation — at 47 years old.

I'm not a runner. I'm not an athlete. I'm a founder who sits at a laptop all day and occasionally remembers to drink water.

I've lost someone to suicide. It stays with you. And I spent too long not knowing what to say or how to ask.

I'm raising money for Andy's Man Club — blokes talking to blokes, no judgment, no "man up." Just proper conversations over a brew.

I'm not asking you to sponsor me per km. At my current fitness level I'll be lucky to make 1.5km before something gives way.

Sponsor me anyway — men's suicide is still the biggest killer of men under 45 in the UK, and that number doesn't move unless something does.

Every pound keeps those conversations happening.