In my mid-20s, I stumbled upon the joy of running. Racing through Berlin's streets, I felt alive, with a runner's high that lingered all day.
I got stronger and gained a reputation as a powerhouse on both road marathons and trails. I was hooked. Little did I know, a decade later, my passion would lead me down a rocky road. Chronic injuries forced me to hang up my running shoes for more than three years, plunging me into a mental health battle. Diagnosis: REDs*. The only way out?
Eat more and give my body the TLC it craved.
Reshaping Identity
I realised that true recovery meant reshaping my identity and understanding why running had such a hold on me.
Running wasn't just about speed and accolades; it was a reflection of my self-worth.
Recovery - a mental game
To lace up my shoes again, I had to first care for myself beyond the track. My journey back to running wasn't just physical - it was a mental game.
For the past three years, I've been on a mission to return to running in a way that's kind to my body and soul, aiming to be the strongest, most resilient runner I can be, safeguarding my mental health along the way.