A runner with miller syndrome, what are the odds? Well probably very unique! My journey started when doctors told my parents I may never walk, and I decided to prove them wrong.

The dedication from family and friends, to make sure I lived a ‘normal’ life, was astronomical. I mean, I learnt in primary school to go down the fireman pole on the playground, I wasn’t going to be left out or left behind, no sir, I was going to do what ever it took! Granted, it was ungainly, unsophisticated, and in hindsight probably plain stupid, but I set a goal, I did it, I made it to the bottom, body still intact.

This is what my story is all about. Getting to the finish line, no matter how long it takes, no matter what road you take to get there.

How do you want to finish? On a couch Watching the race on tv? or on the field, using every last muscle, every last breath you own to get to the end?

You are the only one who can choose your destiny, if you believe, you will achieve.