I come from a family of runners. It’s in my DNA. I realized this reality when I lost my brother in 1989. Since then, I’ve accepted the fact that I am a runner, identified where the inclination to run came from, owned it and have been working on it…slowly but surely.

A few years ago I faced a biggie for me… my fear of heights. I chose to go up in a hot air balloon.

Scared to death…but I did it!