It’s sometimes hard to put into words how you really feel about a race that meant so much but didn’t go to plan. You tell yourself it’s just a race at the end of the day; it’s not life or death. It doesn’t mean much, but in reality it meant quite a lot. When you put a lot of your life into training for an event this big and it doesn’t go to plan, then what? How do you process that? Do you just accept and move on, or do you try and sift through the emotion? It’s easy for peopl

Imagine this… going from being so fit, training endlessly, completing ironman events to suddenly having no energy, no desire to exercise,...

Race morning 4am alarm. I barely slept as thoughts of the race played on my mind. I ate my usual breakfast of oats, cinnamon, honey and...