Hospice Hoedown

Report from Rosie:

And so it was on a drizzly Saturday in September, when it felt like Autumn was truly now upon us, I laced up my running shoes and set off through Victoria Park to my final destination - St Joseph's Hospice in Hackney - ready for a productive afternoon of good deeds.

Being fairly new to GoodGym and never having run in Hackney before, I took a rather large detour and promptly got myself lost. Eventually I made it to St Joseph's only a little later than hoped, and met my fellow GoodGymer's downstairs where the jumble was still in full swing.

Once a white haired hospice hero had herded the last stragglers out of the doors, we got cracking.

We set about hauling boxes of CDs, DVDs and books down to the basement, bagging up squishy mountains of clothes, loudly wheeling rattly rails of jewellery and clothing around labyrinthine corridors, and heroically saving a selection of art and furniture from a sad fate in the skip outside.

After just an hour and a quarter of collective GoodGym effort, the jumble had been well and truly rumbled. With tables cleared and remaining stock now finally stored away, we dusted ourselves down and took a look at our handiwork.

Diving in to grab an item of our choice from the piles of stock in the garage, we posed for our team photo beneath the Hospice sign - proudly holding our trophies aloft like a selection of demented Monopoly pieces. Iron, typewriter, golf club, punch bag, traffic cone and creepy doll included.