The true story I never told my mother...

The abuse started when I was no more than 10.

This is me in 1985.

Since my mother passed away in November, I’ve been rummaging through old photos.. It’s bringing back a smorgasbord of memories.

I was 9-years-old in this photo. I was running in the regional road racing championships here in New Zealand.

At around this time I was running around 15-20 miles a week in training. I was super-fast, running w…