On your marks, get set...GO! 

I distinctly remember hearing my brother shout these words at me, my sisters and pretty much the whole neighbourhood. He was the main culprit to come up with some sort of activity that would involve everyone. Whether that be a scooter race or dizzy dinosaurs which may I add has left me with a scar on my forehead... cheers for that bro! After all the grazes, tears, laughter and scars from his ‘sporting activities’ the most important thing he gave me was a love for being active which is where it all began.

Before I bore you with all the details I just wanted to touch base with this subject as it was a massive part of my life and why I pursued my goals. I was bullied quite a lot at school, I know we all get the odd dig here and there but mine was quite extreme. I didn’t want to go to school, the anxiety and fear that ran through my body each and every day was too much until I got into my P.E kit. My anxiety, self worth and imperfections seemed to fade when I was out in the fresh air sprinting down the track or kicking a football across the pitch. You name it I was in it. The more I kept active the more it helped with my mental health and overcoming those fears. It really saved me.