Here goes nothing...

I love a good challenge, especially if someone tells me I can't do something. Over the years it has not always been to my benefit... There was the time I wanted to show how much of a rebel I could be by climbing up the gutter pipe of the local school and on to the roof. Apparently it isn't so hardcore when you go running home to Mum wailing because you've sliced all the skin off your left hand.

Then there was the time I wanted to prove I wasn't scared and was indeed the toughest of my siblings by showing them I could jump off the roof of the house too... that was followed by a trip to the hospital for a wrist fracture. Then there was the time someone told me I couldn't jump higher than a few centimetres off the ground on my pogo stick. Within seconds I was jumping about a metre off the ground and couldn't be more proud of myself, when the pogo stick slipped from under me on the tiled balcony and I fell... hard. That resulted in wrist break number two.

While I hope I don't slice a hand or break a bone over the course of these 10 weeks, I do know that I can challenge myself and my comfort zone in at least 10 different ways.

If the results are disastrous... I'll embrace them... and even better, will have something good to write about!

Peace out! See you in 10 weeks!