Let's start at the beginning!

PE, playground games, and primary school are the introductions most of us have to sport. 

As a devout tomboy in the 90s, I loved being active. I'd be climbing trees, riding my bike, playing British Bulldog and being the only girl in the football team at lunchtime. Sport wasn't about anything other than having fun, movement and exercise were not things to be tracked to burn the belly, eat away at the too many sweets eaten over the weekend. It was for shear enjoyment, I had a six-pack without trying, toned, tanned legs just because and a lack of care towards anything girly. 

I lived in trainers, shorts and a plait to keep my dirty blonde hair out of the action. PE was fun, monkey bars, the maypole and running round a track all meant I got to be active but as they say, all good things come to and end. 

Secondary school, I had come from a small village primary where I felt I was Top Dog, enter self-esteem, hormones and a true introduction into body image meaning my love of sport diminished. I was broader than the other girls, I didn't have the petite build that surrounded me as the body to have, I developed earlier and PE became a sport for bullies and the over-confident. I shyed away, dodged rugby with period excuses, walked cross-country out of eyeline and didn't join the football team out of embarrassment. 

My relationship with sport didn't really change until my mid-twenties, I dabbled at uni, but nothing stuck, until it did!