November 7, 2016
I’m listening to the steady rhythmic beeps of a myriad of medical machines, the scuffing of feet through the hallway behind the curtain, the chatter of nurses. My body is laid out on the hospital bed, just a gown and sweaty palms beneath the sheets. I am trying to relax, I’m breathing deeply and calmly but my clammy hands are an easy tell that my nervous system knows what’s coming. The IV in my left hand and the permanent marker...
May 9, 2016
Race Week is finally here – BOOM! It feels as though Ironman Texas has been a dot on a far away horizon for a very long time, so now
April 25, 2016
On Valentine’s Day 2003, our Dad suffered a fatal heart attack which devastated our family. He was 48. Ever since, the British Heart Foundation has been a charity close