I remember one of the first times I ran up my trail on Vodno, in Skopje, North Macedonia. It was covered in butterflies and wildflowers and big insects, like buzzing bumblebees. You could smell the pine trees, and the sun was coming through them. I was thinking, this is amazing. It was just really good for your soul.
Maybe I noticed it more because we’d moved from Saudi Arabia. The biggest difference was the scenery. Skopje is very green, very mountainous, and Vodno was where I did my hiking, running and mountain biking. The mountain is covered in trails, and the Šar Mountains, where we went skiing, were about an hour’s drive away. It’s pretty beautiful, but the people are great too. Friendly, welcoming, open people. We embraced it.
The Yorkshire Dales
I grew up on a dairy farm in the Yorkshire Dales, which was perfect for an outdoorsy kind of life. I would go out to play with my cousins as soon as it became daylight, and I’d be out until it was too dark, then we’d all go home. I definitely think a lot of my love of the outdoors came from being in that environment.
The nearest town is Skipton, the gateway to the Yorkshire Dales. It’s very green, with lots of dry-stone walls, sheep and independent pubs that have been there for centuries. My dad and his brother ran the farm together, and my mum was a primary school teacher. My younger brother, Martin, has taken over the farm. He couldn’t wait to leave school and get involved. He lived for it and still does.
Running was my main sport. I started running competitively when I was about 11, continued through university and was captain of the running club there. I’ve always joined running clubs, no matter where I’ve lived. I moved to London in my early 20s for work and was there for 16 years.
Living Together
I was the CFO of a hedge fund in London. In 2013, the company said, let’s all do this London to Paris bike ride. I’d never ridden a road bike before, so I had a go and got better at it. I thought, if I’m going to learn how to ride properly, I may as well learn how to swim and do a triathlon. Then I could say I’d done one, neatly packaged and put away. I always thought I’d be one and done.
It turns out that was not the case. I had some swimming lessons, and I was a terrible swimmer, let me tell you. I joined the Greenwich Tritons and met some amazing people, including my husband, Josh. We met at one of the club’s run sessions, and it really took off from there. My first triathlon was in 2014. I loved being around a bunch of really nice people all trying to do their best, whatever their best meant on that particular day.
Josh is an engineer, and he’s lived all over the world through his work. We did long-distance for about three and a half years while I was in London and he was off in all kinds of places. Eventually, we decided enough was enough. Let’s live together in the same place. We moved to Riyadh and spent five years there, which we loved. If you got up early enough, you could ride into the desert, which is strangely beautiful. We met such hospitable, warm-hearted people through the triathlon scene. Seeing adults do their very first race and get a huge thrill from it was fab. We felt privileged to witness it.









