Why the build matters more than the day itself I was sitting in the café after track Tuesday this week, coffee in hand, still sweating!! When my friend VK asked how the recovery from my hip operation was going.

From Formula 1 drama, to the chaos of the Six Nations, and of course the epic Milan–San Remo this weekend, it’s been one of those periods where you’re reminded why you love sport in the first place. Not just for the quality… but for the unpredictability of it all. And that’s what’s been most interesting from a psychology perspective. Because if there’s one thing that keeps showing up, over and over again, it’s this:

The past few weeks in the UAE have felt a little uneasy. With tensions rising in the region and constant updates about the situation involving Iran, it’s been hard not to get pulled into the cycle of news, speculation, and commentary. Like many people, I found myself doing what has become all too familiar in the modern world: doomscrolling. Refreshing feeds, reading articles, trying to understand what might happen next. It’s strange how easily the mind drifts from what is ha

It’s exactly one month today since my hip replacement. Thirty days since the moment I woke up in a hospital bed thinking, “Right, now what?” The first question that came to mind was, “Can I walk?” — which I quickly answered by nearly fainting on my first attempt. Humbling doesn’t quite cover it.

This past weekend, I took part in an endurance training camp in Khorfakkan, UAE—swimming, biking, and running alongside a group of passionate and committed people. But the real purpose behind it had nothing to do with triathlon.