When I was 17 years old, I lost my dad to undiagnosed cardiomyopathy.

He was just 50.

Losing my dad at that age changed my life forever. I was then genetically tested and thankfully found that I didn’t carry the gene associated with his condition.

But rather than deal with the reality of losing him, I did what I knew best at the time — I ran from it.

I joined the Royal Marines.

What started as a way of escaping the pain eventually became a huge part of who I was. After passing out, I discovered a passion and ability for endurance sport that took me further than I could ever have imagined.

I went on to compete on behalf of the Royal Marines and, in 2016 alone, won 12 of the 13 races I entered, including the Ironman Vichy, ICAN Valencia, The Vitruvian and British Triathlon Championships in Liverpool.

I was incredibly proud to be awarded Royal Marines, Royal Navy and Combined Services Sportsman of the Year.

Sport had given me a purpose.

Then, after 12 years in the Royal Marines, everything changed again.

During a routine medical examination, I was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy and told I was at a high risk of cardiac arrest.

The same condition that had taken my dad had now entered my own life.

I had no choice but to leave the Marines.

Overnight, the life I had built around the military, competition and fitness was gone. I couldn’t compete. I couldn’t train like I used to. In many ways, I didn’t know who I was anymore.

It was a devastating period of my life.

But I refused to let it define the rest of my story.

I eventually put everything I had into building something new and opened my own gym, Raw Fitness.

And then came the news I never expected.

My condition had improved enough that, with caution and under the right guidance, I could compete again.

After everything that had happened, being given that opportunity feels incredibly significant.

So I’m going back to where this journey has always taken me — testing myself.

3 Peaks 1 Heart

Between 26–30 April 2027, I’m taking on an extreme endurance challenge involving some of the UK’s toughest mountains and physical challenges.

But this time, it’s different.

This isn’t about chasing medals. It’s not about proving that I’m the fittest person in the room. And it’s certainly not about forgetting what happened.

It’s about making something positive out of everything I’ve been through. It’s about my dad. It’s about having my life turned upside down and finding a way forward. It’s about being told I may never compete again — and being given one more chance.

And it’s about showing that sometimes, even when life takes something away from you, there can still be another chapter.

I know what it feels like to suddenly have everything change. That’s why every donation means so much to me.

Whether it’s £5, £20, £50 or whatever you can afford, you’re helping turn this personal challenge into something bigger than me.

You don’t need to climb a mountain.

You don’t need to be an athlete.

You don’t even need to know me.

If you’ve ever lost someone you love, had your life changed in an instant, faced something you didn’t think you could overcome, or simply believe that people deserve a second chance — this challenge is for you too.

I’d be incredibly grateful for your support.

Donate if you can. Share the page if you can’t. Follow the journey either way.

Because after everything that’s happened, I’m incredibly grateful to have the chance to take on one more challenge.

3 Peaks. 1 Heart.

Let’s make every step count. ❤️