This blog’s going to be a little different. It’s not just strategy tips or punchy marketing takes (though I can’t promise they won’t sneak in). This is me, lacing up my trainers and documenting what it actually looks like to train for a half marathon while running a digital agency, solo-hosting a podcast, doing business advisory, and naturally still chasing new adventures. Expect sweat, spreadsheets, and probably some stubborn calf muscles… all served up weekly, in real time.
Because if you know anything about being an entrepreneur, it’s this: there’s never quite enough on your plate. You’re always chasing the next challenge, so when I decided it was time to reboot my fitness (which has taken a hit since shifting my base from city life to beach living), what better way than by committing to something outrageous?
It’s official. I’ve signed up for the Angkor Wat International Half Marathon in Siem Reap, Cambodia, taking place on Sunday 7 December 2025. And it’s not just any race, it takes place within Angkor Archaeological Park, one of the most important archaeological sites in Southeast Asia, and home to Angkor Wat, one of the most famous UNESCO World Heritage sites in the world. The route winds through over 400 square kilometres of ancient Khmer ruins, forested paths, and sacred landmarks, including the towering temples of Angkor Wat and the intricately carved faces of Bayon at Angkor Thom. Since 1996, the event has welcomed runners from around the globe, not just for the view, but to support a powerful cause: banning landmines and helping survivors reclaim independence through prosthetics, rehabilitation, and education. So yes, it’s hot. Yes, it’s humid. And yes, I chose this on purpose.
Ten Years Later
This marks ten years since I ran my first ever half marathon in Birmingham, UK, back in 2015. At the time, I was working at Pink Squid, an employer brand agency in London. One of our clients, Jaguar Land Rover, had a team signed up to run, and somehow our directors agreed for us to participate with them. I rallied the Squid squad and got the directors to agree to match everything we raised (a sweet little penalty for volunteering us but not running themselves). And just like that, three months before race day, seven Squids were learning to run.
It was fricking awesome. Chaotic. Full of camaraderie. Exactly the kind of energy you don’t forget. And now, a decade later, I’m lacing up again, hoping to improve my time and carrying all the momentum from that first wild run.
