ay oop,

that northern monkey kinger staying with us for three days has obviously rubbed off on me!

well, where do i start?

what a flipping week!

firstly though, i am writing this thursday afternoon, for two reasons, the first if i'm honest is 'cause it feels like holiday time already, kinda the last day at school feeling, did anyone feel like that yesterday? (which is now for me, wow, this is weird!)

secondly, i am heading off in the morning (friday) for part of my training for the race i am doing in july, and this consists of a twenty mile run, which is five miles longer than i have ever run in my life, so if there's no blog next week you know it didn't go so good, so hopefully i manage it, but think of me as you sup on your hot illy.

so the last seven days have been pretty tense for me, and i have tried to stay calm, holding our supertri for superkids, which ended up having almost 50 disabled children and 70 volunteers, plus parents, grandparents, siblings, and friends, was a very big undertaking, but it turned out to be a pretty fantastic event, with such an amazing vibe, and if you weren't there, and haven't seen our slideshow on social media, have a watch here.


pretty sweet eh?

me and my pal wardy who's idea it was to organise this event always wanted to put a shed load of smiles on kids who never normally get the opportunity to participate in sporting events, or dance classes faces and i think we completely rocked this, and the resulting stories and messages i have been getting have proved, and this has made all the graft and pregame nerves worth it.

i have heard stories such as a little boy who hasn't taken his 'winner' medal off since the event, and another little fella having to be cajoled out of his event tee shirt to have it washed, as well as asking if him and his dad can do the event every week.

tagged onto this was the response from the volunteers who each had their individual child that they partnered up with, allowing everyone to bond beautifully, it really was an emotional event, and i had a little boo on the day, and a couple of times since, but i am a particularly sensitive chap, as anyone will tell you.

one of the coolest things i felt was the team spirit from everybody involved, and i didn't hear one moan or groan about anything, and just cheers and encouragement from all involved for every child, not just their own, a real feeling of love.

one of the little girls, who caused me to get a bit emosh, was named imogen, and immy as she is known to her pals did a book on her ipad to take to school to show her friends, and her mum sue has allowed me to reproduce it to share with you guys, have a read.

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how beautiful huh, and what the pics don't show is the mass of people out of shot all cheering manically as she touched the finish tape, a very lovely moment, and one that will stay with me forever, and drive me on to do this kind of event again.

also immy's mum sent me this message:

“We weren’t sure what to expect from the triathlon. We thought Immy would manage the swim and cycle but she has been struggling with her walking frame recently so we didn’t think she’d manage anywhere near 400m.  In fact I don’t think she has ever walked that far in her walking frame before.  The fact that she battled on, with the wind almost blowing her over a couple of times, and reached the finishing line, was just so amazing! The cheers and the medal at the end meant so much to her - she’s been wearing it ever since.  And having Ben, our volunteer, alongside us all the way through made it so much easier and more fun for all of us.”  

“It was so wonderful seeing the smiles on the faces of every child and family member coming over that finishing line!”

so, all in all a pretty resounding success i reckon, and if you are reading this and were in any way involved, thank you, and if you weren't maye we've whet your appetite, and you might wanna take part if we were to decide to hold another one of these events ;) you never know...........

so that was saturday, sunday was running training and a well deserved bazooka sunday lunch, and then onto the new week.

tuesday was a nerve wrencher for me, as my new pal george had asked me to join her 'turn lights on' team speaking to an audience in cheltenham, which is completely out of my comfort zone, but george keeps pushing me to spread my wings in order to fly towards my goals, so i manned up and headed across the bridge, for george to ask me if i would speak first.

we were in a room at the back a pub with lots of object d'art on the walls, and about ten chaise longue all around the place, which made a very cool environment to cut my teeth on this public speaking mullarkey, and basically i just told my story about moose, and how after everest i was inspired to do some more good stuff, and whilst i was an ersatz good for steve jobs, it went ok, and i didn't have any sharp objects or rotten fruit projected in my direction, which i am classing as a point in the win column!

i preempted my chat by asking the (very small) audience to judge me, and if at the end they had liked me they let me have a picture with them, and the show of hands was positive fortunately!!! 

i preempted my chat by asking the (very small) audience to judge me, and if at the end they had liked me they let me have a picture with them, and the show of hands was positive fortunately!!! 

george is totally right, i need to brave up and spread the word, and whilst i don't expect to be on wossy's list any time soon, it's tiny steps right?

so with this in mind, and a long weeekend upon us, i thought this might be a good opportunity to share a recent story i read by my mentor darren hardy, and for you to read it, peruse it,  absorb it, and possibly embrace it.

karl pillemer a professor at cornell university, interviewed more than a thousand older Americans from different economic, educational, and occupational backgrounds and asked them to share the most valuable lessons they’d learned.

overwhelmingly, the focus wasn’t on what they did, but what they didn’t do.

of a thousand people in the later stages of life, what dominated their advice on the lessons of life was regret.

one man in his late eighties was asked:

“if you could come back and live the life of anyone, who would you want to come back as?”

his answer:

“i would want to come back as the man i could have been, but never was.”

he went on to say,

“This time I’d act with more courage.

i wouldn’t allow my fear to turn me away from opportunities i didn’t take.

i’d risk more; i’d take the chances i wish i had.

i’d allow myself to fail more, love more, and laugh more.

this time i’d be sure to live more.”


don’t wait until you’re eighty and filled with regret.

be the person you “could have been” now.

action for today:

grab a pen and piece of paper.

now, imagine that you are the hero or heroine of the movie that is your life.

what characteristics or traits would that person embody?

would your hero or heroine be...



-the one that shines the brightest in a room of people?

-the leader of the pack?

-an inventor of great ideas?

-the most loving parent a child can conceive of?

-a compassionate humanitarian?

-a bold risk taker?

whatever you desire for your hero, write it down.

then, start becoming that person now.

the camera's rolling.

well bigmoose blog reader, wodja reckon?

i hope this sparks you up this easter holiday, and if it does, and you take an action please let me know, i love hearing your stories.

well i gotta chip, i've got an episode of suits to watch with our lass!

thanks for reading, and to the new subcribers, hey cheers for joining us, you thought i didn't see you sneak in didn't you?

so till next week, i'll be seeing ya, and have a great break, and go do some stuff that shocks people around you, you rockstar!

blue skies,