Initially, the extreme challenges satisfied my escapism.
I ran through the Sahara desert, down Mt Everest, through a tropical Chinese forest without food, water or any money – a real challenge for survival, and even cycled over 400kms on a Saturday just to learn how to surf the following day. My first ever triathlon was a double Ironman distance race taking me 35 hours non-stop to complete.
I constantly pushed my physical and mental boundaries to the absolute limit of my capabilities using these ultra-endurance adventures as an excuse to evade facing up to my battle with depression, and the question I needed to ask myself.
What am I doing with my life?
With my biggest physical challenge looming, I threw everything at a 2000km, 12 day cross-continental Ultimate Triathlon from Morocco to Monaco, which I had designed myself, and it almost nearly broke me, even before I started.