It is 12am and I am just crawling into bed. I lie on my side and think “I have to be up in four hours.” I set my alarm and put it on my window sill and then close my eyes.
At 12:30am I am woken up by a text from my friend double checking details for tomorrow, wait I mean todays sponsored walk. I groan and text back with my eyes half closed and slump back into bed. She texts again. This goes on until I, as politely as I can; ask her if she remembers that we are meeting at 6am to catch the coach. She texts back finding me very funny and wishes me goodnight.
At 5:30am my mother wakes me up and asks me if I am planning to clean the house before my friends turn up. I look at the clock and my eyes shoot open and I am up and out of bed in a heartbeat. “You could have woken me.” I say half-chuckling and half-weeping as I scramble around to get ready.
My texting buddy is half an hour late but that’s ok because I told her to meet me half an hour early in case this happened. We walk down the street to the coach pick up area where we are met by other sponsored walkers, all wearing their Kidney Research UK shirts. The coach arrives and we are off!
Two hours later we arrive at Potters field just in time to hear the horns blow and the sponsored walkers go. We grab our maps and join them as soon as possible, in our anticipation however we give our clumsy friend the map and let him navigate. Five minutes later we realise that there are no purple shirts around…we have gone the wrong way. Ten minutes later we meet a check point where a woman is smiling at us; “Where did you come from?” she asks. We all giggle and tell her that we got lost. “Well you are on the right track now.” She tells us pointing ahead.
London is beautiful. We can’t help taking our time and soaking up all the sights around us. We even manage to walk through a quick festival and get our picture taken with the likes of scary moving statue man and Jack Sparrow, my bad I mean Captain Jack Sparrow.
We meet the half-way point and celebrate, realising afterwards that we have to walk the exact same distance back. Everyone is getting tired but we carry on. We have a seven year old with us who was a lot quieter on the way back, probably to the liking of londoners around us.
Exhausted but excited we arrive back on camp and are welcomed by volunteers who give us a medal. We also meet another friend there and ask him how long it took him to complete the walk. He tells us 2 hours and asks us the same. We bow our heads and mumble that it took us 4 hours.
Either way it was a brilliant day and just by walking we advertised this wonderful charity to so many people. Your kidneys are important guys take care of them.