The tenth day of Juneathon will be remembered for the following slightly dubious forms of exercise:

• Getting three loads of washing washed, dried and ironed.
• Visiting the local garden centre and carrying several heavy bags of soil a distance of approximately 50m for mum.
• Going strawberry picking with mum. I’m hoping that strawberry picking counts as exercise; it was hot work (although getting to eat loads of strawberries was bonus).
• Spending an hour at the tennis club trying to get a decent photo for a newspaper feature. This involved lots of lifting, dodging stray tennis balls and getting irritated.
• Running through the Sibelius violin concerto in D minor, twice. I challenge anyone who thinks that playing the violin for over an hour is easy to come and have a go.
• Successfully navigating my way through Birmingham New Street train station; twice.
• Walking to and from Four Oaks train station carrying a violin that is worth more than me (stressful) and music (heavy).

So although I didn’t run, I wasn’t exactly sat on my arse all day.