07/09/2026
Reverend Olivia here:
I am absolutely gutted to be writing this.
On Saturday my alarm was set for 5.15am, ready to take on my final training walk. I woke at 4.45am with my gallbladder rumbling. It happens often enough that I have a routine. Take a Buscopan, drink some water, wait. If it continues, grab a codeine. Let it settle.
So, I took a Buscopan, ate a banana, and off I set on my walk. Because if I took a day off every time my gallbladder flared, I would rarely leave the house.
A beautiful walk with beautiful friends. As we got to Waterhead, I said I actually don’t think I can keep going. So we stopped and my husband came to pick us up. I took codeine. Slight relief. And then suddenly the pain was worse.
This week I am supposed to be taking on my 24-hour Reston Scar challenge to raise money to help save St James’ Church. I have trained for it. I’ve planned for it. I’ve talked about it endlessly. So many people have sponsored me, encouraged me and offered to help. I’ve become quite emotionally invested in proving to myself that I could actually do it. I felt ready for it.
But this weekend I ended up in A&E. I’m home now with various prescriptions and under instructions to rest.
As much as I desperately want to tell myself that I’ll be fine in a week and can just get on with it, the sensible reality is that attempting to walk repeatedly up and down a fell for 24 hours when my body is already under duress is not a good idea.
So, with a very heavy heart, I am having to postpone the challenge.
I really am devastated. This isn’t me quietly feeling relieved that I don’t have to do it.
But I also know that trying to prove how determined I am by doing something genuinely stupid with my health would be reckless.
This is a postponement, not a cancellation. Reston Scar isn’t going anywhere. St James’ still desperately needs our help. And when my body is ready, I will do the 24 hours I promised.
To everyone who has already donated, shared, volunteered, encouraged me, trained with me or told me I’m completely mad: thank you.
I’m so sorry I can’t do it at the weekend.
But I haven’t given up. The mountain will wait. And I’ll be back. ❤️