sportingheads

At 22 stone, I told my wife I needed to get fit. She just smiled and said she had heard it all before, but this time I was on a mission

As I approached the end of the swim, bike, and even run I felt strong. I never could have imagined my once weak and fragile body would have been capable of this type of challenge

When I climb, the only thing that matters is my next move, where to put my hands or my feet. It’s an escape from the nightmare that is PTSD.

I have competed in more than 60 marathons and ultra-marathons, but now running is my way of coping with the enormous stress of dealing with chronic illness in a loved one

One of the most difficult parts of becoming a parent was the loss of identity and the loss of self - I was in a rut, so I drank. Swimming has given me something else.

After losing my dad to cancer, I turned to open water swimming to give me the time to grieve in a positive environment