If somebody had told me I would be spending my Saturday night rolling around a ball pit and sliding down inflatable slides, I would have laughed. But here I am: racing through an obstacle course in orange grip socks.
The course throws up a maze of challenges. I stagger across unsteady terrain, slide through holes, squeeze through fake webs, climb wobbly walls and then jump from there, encouraged by two pint-sized kids who reassure me that there is nothing to worry about, even if I fall. And yes. I fall.
