This time last year, my mornings filled me with dread.
Stuck in motorway gridlock on my way into Manchester, I would spend the commute worrying about the challenges the day would bring. At that point, it felt like I was running on empty – long hours, relentless stress and barely a moment to catch my breath.
Now, my mornings couldn’t be more different.
I start the day with a peaceful and scenic run or a morning Hyrox class, followed by a commute so short I don’t even have time to start my audiobook. Moments like these remind me just how far I’ve come – emotionally and geographically.
After a few years of navigating the pressures of teaching geography in an inner-city secondary school, I made the life-changing decision to move to the Isle of Man, where I was born and grew up.