On a rainy night in February three of the team met at Blue House Yard to run the two kilometers to Lordship Rec, pausing only to report a big pile of dog mess to LoveCleanStreets. The rest of the gang had already arrived, and everyone was soon put to work shovelling, barrowing and spreading woodchip on the path through the orchard. There was a side mission for strongman Dave carrying and piling logs to build a bug hotel. Task owner Mike said there were something like 1400* different species in the Rec.

Although someone kept putting a spade in Dave's path and Rebecca kept almost slipping over in the mud, we made it through the night accident-free and also murder free, which is an achievement given Sarah kept channeling Claudia Winkleman in lieu of doing anything actually helpful.

There was just enough time left at the end to spread some more woodchip around the very muddy parkrun start and finish.

• Sarah is relying on memory here as it was too damp to take notes

On a rather grim Wednesday evening the Goodgym Haringey troops assembled at Broadwater Farm estate. As tonight's leader Sarah was the first to arrive - though possibly beaten by Mark and newcomer Jessie, who went to the other pin on the run listing.

Task owner Mike explained today's task - carting wheelbarrow loads of mulch up the hill, which got progressively boggier the higher we went. Apparently there is a hidden spring!

The team made short work of the task and had enough time left over to do a side mission to make the Lordship Rec parkrun start and finish less muddy.

*Six splendid Goodgymmers ran to give the Westbury Banks Nature Reserve a much needed tidy up. *

Kudos Corner (The Big 2-0-0 Edition)>

First and foremost: JULIE!

The woman, the myth, the 200-task legend. Whether she’s singing “Choppy Choppy Choppy,” finishing evenings in bins, or simply rocking up with unstoppable enthusiasm, Julie is everything Goodgym is about. She is also everything that Badgym is about. And for that we salute you. Rock star.

For Fox's Sake, Paul>

Our mission for the evening was clear: give the Reserve a hardcore tidy up so that it doesn't look too shabby from the main road. Armed with rakes, litter pickers, and loads of gloves, we got on with the task. Well, most of us did. Julie spent her evening trying to pull Paul's trousers down with her litter picker, while serenading us all with a song that described how she would eventually succeed in pulling down Paul's trousers. Reader, rest assured this was all consensual and done in good spirits. #Badgym4Eva

Paul nearly added dramatic flair to the evening too by almost falling into a fox’s den. One moment he was running away from Julie, one assumes; the next, gravity tried to stage a coup. Thankfully, agility won. Paul escaped unscathed, dignity intact, and the foxes presumably grateful for the unexpected entertainment.

By the end of the evening, the Reserve looked a bit better and Dave had won himself another SuperHero badge by running two bags fulls of dripping can down Westbury Avenue to find the closest recycling bin. Apparently a recycled beer can can produce around 4 hours of telly viewing.

We then went to the pub to celebrate our Julie with pub shenanigans.