Dedicated to the person who taught me to always aim for the stars.
My father was an orthopaedic surgeon, my best friend, my mentor and my coach, the person who believed in me more than anyone. He led by example, and he taught me to aim for the stars: that no dream was too big, that I should always have a mind of my own, and that whatever your race, gender or background, if you put your mind to something, you can achieve it.
In 2012 I lost my beloved father to cancer, and the grief was unbearable. I was angry, lost and couldn't face life without him. So I turned to movement to put myself back together, and it's how I've regulated ever since. It started with amateur boxing, then powerlifting, CrossFit and HYROX, with kitesurfing, wakeboarding, skiing, snowboarding and motorbiking along the way. With every new sport, I pushed my mind and body a little further.
The last message he sent me said: work hard and focus, it's the secret of success. I've lived by it every day since.
This one's for you, Dad. My biggest cheerleader.











