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            In 2014 my life was normal. I had a wife, sons,
          
        
        
          
            stepsons and a home. Sadly, all was not rosy. As with
          
        
        
          
            all marriages there are ups and downs but such is the
          
        
        
          
            way life is. Whilst we were in a low point, my boss at
          
        
        
          
            work decided that he’d enter us into a Super Sprint
          
        
        
          
            Triathlon at Hever Castle. I chose the run leg as I really
          
        
        
          
            don’t like cycling or swimming.
          
        
        
          During this time, I became surplus to requirements at
        
        
          home.  I went from having everything to sleeping on
        
        
          my best mate’s couch. To say it was a bit of a shock is
        
        
          an understatement.
        
        
          So, I did what many others do when times are tough
        
        
          and drank my way through the next month. Drinking
        
        
          helped stop the anxiety and depression but didn’t
        
        
          actually give me any answers. My get up and go had
        
        
          most definitely got up and gone.
        
        
          So, come the triathlon, I did the run leg on not much
        
        
          training, enjoyed every minute and wanted to do
        
        
          something similar. The drinking in the evenings was
        
        
          by no means beneficial, apart from helping me to
        
        
          avoid the acceptance of just how rubbish my life had
        
        
          become. That went on for about another month and
        
        
          then out of the blue, because I’d entered the Triathlon,
        
        
          an email appeared in my inbox.
        
        
          The Commando Series at Hever had come calling.
        
        
          Finally, I thought this was something I could get my
        
        
          teeth into.
        
        
          I stopped drinking and started training. Running when
        
        
          I could and concentrating on something other than
        
        
          drink.
        
        
          
            November arrives and so does the race.
          
        
        
          Awesome, cold, painful. I dislocated my shoulder and
        
        
          had to re-set it under an obstacle before going on to
        
        
          complete it.
        
        
          With that little winter jog, the completion of it just gave
        
        
          me the drive and hunger to do more. I run not just
        
        
          for the t-shirts and medals, but to test the limits I can
        
        
          push myself to, to prove that I’m not useless and am
        
        
          worth something. I now know I am. I also now know
        
        
          that I was before I started OCR, except that now I
        
        
          believe it too.
        
        
          I have done 7 OCR’s this year. Next year I want
        
        
          to do the Spartan Beast. Each time I do an
        
        
          OCR it repairs a tiny part of me.
        
        
          I’m glad to be able to leave some chapters behind,
        
        
          I’m now busy creating new chapters in my life.
        
        
          I am a very different person to who I was a few years
        
        
          ago and it’s the races and racing community that is
        
        
          helping rebuild me for the better.
        
        
          Why I run
        
        
          
            I dislocated
          
        
        
          
            my shoulder
          
        
        
          
            and had to
          
        
        
          
            re-set it under
          
        
        
          
            an obstacle
          
        
        
          
            INTERVIEW
          
        
        
          Rebuilding for the better
        
        
          Well for any story you need a beginning. This is mine.
        
        
          This is why I run. This is who I am. That’s my story.
        
        
          What’s yours?
        
        
          
            Toby.