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    1. Posted: 28 May, 2015

      D is for Disappearing. And Depression.


      Yes, I’ve disappeared from the world of athletics. No, I haven’t retired. It’s taken me a long time to work out what to say here, and how to say it, but I wanted to get it right. So I have joined forces with the lovely people at MIND to get my message across, and my blog also appears here.

      Sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed in the morning. It shouldn’t be – I have a beautiful wife and an amazing baby daughter. They make me happier than I can express here without both boring and sickening you in one fell swoop. But still, sometimes, inexplicably, it’s hard to do simple things. 

      It’s a ludicrously hard thing to admit to feeling depressed, especially when I have no way of quantifying it. Am I depressed enough, or am I simply dealing with feelings and anxiety that everyone experiences? They don’t complain, so what gives me the right to feel self-pity? I don’t know the answers to those questions, but I do know that it feels like a weakness to admit it. As a sportsperson, mentality is the key to success. I pride myself on my mental toughness – I feel like I have dealt incredibly well with some very challenging situations, in life and in the sport that I love.

      Athletics’ beauty is in its simplicity. It is completely objective. Cross the line first. Run the fastest time. But what happens when you don’t cross the line first or run the fastest time? There have been plenty of occasions for me where that has been the case, as there have for every athlete out there. Sometimes I’ve made poor decisions, sometimes I’ve not been fit enough and sometimes there have been injury problems – all things that I am responsible for, but not necessarily things that I have wanted to, or felt able to explain.

      I’m a private person, something which is difficult to reconcile with a job that places me under scrutiny and in the spotlight. Social media provides the opportunity to explain but it can also leave me feeling tremendously and terrifyingly exposed.

      I want to share how I have been feeling, in some part to reach out to other people who may feel the same way, but also through a desire for catharsis. But I am simultaneously paranoid about the reaction I will receive – particularly (and most peculiarly) from people I don’t know. Should it matter to me what a complete stranger thinks?

      What has led me to this point? The 2012 Olympics were an amazing experience and an incredibly proud achievement, but in the 31 months since the end of the 2012 season, I haven’t managed to toe the line in a single outdoor track race. Injury has meant I haven’t ever been able to train fully throughout that time.

      I’ve had several lengthy conversations with close friends about how it has felt to deal with a serious long term injury, and why it has contributed to my feelings of depression. The best way I can explain it is to ask them to imagine showing up to work every day, but being completely unable to actually carry out that work. Not only this, but not doing their work takes all day, and by the time they get home they are exhausted and frustrated but yet have achieved nothing.

      Struggle with identity

      If someone asks me what I do, I tell them that I am a runner. But for the last 31 months, there have been very few days where that self-definition has felt accurate. I feel like I have completely lost my identity. Holding myself up against the training I have been able to do in previous years is one thing that has left me disconsolate and barely able to leave the house.

      At the end of 2013, after more than 12 months of pain, problems and inconclusive diagnoses, finding out that I had a chronic tear in my hamstring tendon felt like a solution to my problem. It also meant that it felt ok to start again at zero and to compare each day to the last, rather than to days when I was ready to take on the best in the world. All I had to do was focus on “being the best me” each day. I had a plan and could set about tackling it head on.

      But I wasn’t ready for the other impossible-to-put-my-finger-on causes of some moments of darkness. These are by far the most frustrating. I like to be able to solve problems, but not being able to pinpoint the problem (or perhaps not being certain that I have a problem deserving of attention) only makes the feelings of helplessness worse.

      There have been times when I have been ashamed of the person I seemed to be becoming. The main reason for my self-reproach was a complete inability to distance myself from the athletics world – and in particular the performances of others. I felt angry towards those people who were able to compete, and I wilfully hoped for them to fail. These feelings were quickly replaced with abject guilt – I know first-hand how hard one has to work to succeed, and I should be able to respect the endeavours of others.

      It took the slap in the face of a close friend calling me a “bitter old man” (amongst other things) to make me confront how irrational I was being. Hearing this from someone I trust was exactly what I needed. I feel like I can finally hold athletics at a safe distance, allowing me to be more relaxed and objective about watching the sport that I love. I’m now able to be happy for other people and their success, which has lifted a huge burden from my shoulders that I wasn’t even aware I was carrying.

      On some days I still suffer from crippling indecision, where making simple choices or getting out of the house takes hours for no reason other than procrastination. I still worry about what other people think. I sometimes react nervously to receiving a text message or email in case I have caused someone to think badly of me. But the lowest, most lonely moments – when I would think that it might be better if I had some sort of career ending accident that would take the decisions and heartache out of my hands – don’t really happen anymore.

      The injury struggles I’ve described here have culminated in serious knee surgery to repair damaged tendons. The recovery and rehab will be difficult, both mentally and physically, but the moment the anaesthetist asks me to start counting down from 10, will be my new day zero. It will mark the start of my attempt to make the Rio Olympics, however unrealistic that might seem. And I hope that it will allow me to share the details of my recovery, on both the good days and the bad days.

      Writing this has helped, and talking to people about it has helped. Talking and trusting close friends continues to help. So that’s the why I am sharing this, because if anybody reads what I have written and it strikes a chord, I hope it encourages them – encourages you - to talk to someone.

      Please do visit the MIND website if you feel like you need help or to talk to someone.

    2. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Fifth Avenue Mile

      22 September, 2013
      Fifth Avenue Mile: New York
      Event: 1 mile
      Time: 3.58.7 – 16th

    3. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Brighton Hove Parkrun

      24 August, 2013
      Brighton Hove Parkrun: Brighton
      Event: 5km
      Time: 14.28 – 1st

    4. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: New Balance Indoor Grand Prix

      2 February, 2013
      New Balance Indoor Grand Prix: Boston
      Event: 3000m
      Time: 8.02.70 – 8th

    5. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Bushy Parkrun

      11 August, 2012
      Bushy Parkrun: Bushy Park, London
      Event: 5km
      Time: 13.48 – 1st (World Record!)

    6. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Birmingham Diamond League

      26 August, 2012
      Birmingham Diamond League: Birmingham
      Event: 1500m
      Time: 3.38.87 – 9th

    7. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Olympic Games (semi-final)

      5 August, 2012
      Event: 1500m
      Time: 3.36.03 – 8th

    8. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Olympic Games (heat)

      3 August, 2012
      Event: 1500m
      Time: 3.40.34 – 6th (Q)

    9. Posted: 5 October, 2013

      My results from the: Olympic Trials & UK Championships

      23 June, 2012
      Olympic Trials & UK Championships: Birmingham
      Event: 1500m
      Time: 3.47.99 – 1st

    10. Posted: 27 September, 2013

      Q: Hi Andy! What is your favourite venue to race and why?

      Hi Jim, I’ve got a couple – for different reasons.

      Bislett Stadium in Oslo is a magical place to run – the crowd are so close to the action, and even racing at 10pm it’s still daylight. There is also so much history associated with the Dream Mile, which has played a part in some of the greatest rivalries in the sport.

      The Armory in New York is special too – not only is it one of the fastest indoor tracks in the world, but at the New Balance Games there are 6,000 high schoolers watching as we interrupt their meet to compete, making the atmosphere incredible. This is such a direct way for professional athletes to inspire the next generation, and feels like the embodiment of the Olympic legacy.

      Question submitted by on 13 July, 2013