02/09/2026
Sometimes I wish I could go back and tell my 21-year-old self what was coming.
At 21, I was somewhere in between being the young athlete I’d always been, finding a career and figuring out life. I think I was probably the unfitest I’d ever been, and I was dreaming about becoming the person I am today.
I’d always been pretty fit. I was a competitive swimmer. But running? I couldn’t run.
I had asthma, so I assumed that was why.
Then I wanted to join the Army, and I had to try.
And slowly, I realised it wasn’t really the asthma holding me back. It was me.
Fast forward to 38, and I run because I actually want to. I run trails, I enter races, I chase new distances… and sometimes I genuinely look forward to it. 😂
It’s funny how the things we dream about at one point in our lives can quietly become our reality.
And now I find myself wondering…
What will 50-year-old me look back and tell me about the things I think I can’t do today?