It is November again which means it's time for the yearly fundraising event for The Husband's Mountain Rescue Team.
For three years I was part of the organisation; endless night sending countless emails, filling in spreadsheets, planning teams and buses and keeping an eye on the finances.I never dared to even attempt to count the hours The Husband and I spend on this event. So last year I realised: this isn't possible in 2013. I mean, let's be honest; toddler + baby + house + life = busy. Too busy to also spend weeks working on this event. I wouldn't be able to give the commitment it needs, the commitment I think it needs. And so I announced 2012 was my last year. That was a shock to the system, both mine and the remaining organiser's. But I received a lovely bunch of flowers and a Dundrum gift card and the decision was final.
But I kept thinking about it.
'Maybe I can just give it a go?'
'What if there would be two of us?'
No no no.
It was just a bad idea.
And the only way I wouldn't be tempted again was to sign up as a participant.
And so I did.
I roped two brothers-in-law and some friends in and registered my team.
Saturday I will be walking 24,5 kilometers in the Wicklow Mountains, in the dark!
So, on the off chance you might have one Euro to spare this week, just one Euro.
Cause every little helps when it comes to saving lives.
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