Spring in my Step

Spring has come to the Alps, well almost! There will undoubtably be a few last flurries of snowfall but the signs are certainly there – rising temperatures, longer days, increasing levels of birdsong, the emergence of wild flowers and fresh green shoots from amongst the undergrowth.

2016/2017 was full of adventure and new challenges as I experienced my first winter season in the mountains, and having spent countless summers in the Alps which I have come to call ‘home’ it was about time. Cross-country skiing, winter running, Alpine skiing, hiking, snowshoeing and a lot more besides – all activities which I found to refresh the mind and soul whilst building a deeper reserve of strength, robustness and agility.

As the snow continues to melt and my Alpine trail network emerges from the glistening white, I feel spring in my step not just in my surroundings. Eagerly seeking out snow-free routes, it is a game full of delight seeing how high in elevation it is possible to run – Piz Padella, 2857m currently stands top of the leader-board.

Seeing the landscape from the top of a rocky peak gives me an unique feeling of warmth, joy and harmony – I look forward to a summer of many mountain tops!


Ich bleibe Julia

Wie bei Millionen anderer meiner Generation, kommen auch Mitglieder meiner Familie aus verschiedenen Ländern. Meine Mutter ist von süddeutscher Herkunft und mein Vater – einer der besten britischen Väter – ist selbst halb deutsch, halb englisch. So hatte ich seit meiner Geburt die doppelte Staatsbürgerschaft.

Ich bin zweisprachig, spreche deutsch oder englisch, je nachdem, wo ich mich befinde oder mit wem ich zusammen bin. Und ich habe britische und deutsche Verwandte überall in Europa.

Aber doppelte Nationalität funktioniert nicht in der absolut kategorisierten Welt internationaler Leichtathletik, wo man natürlich nur jeweils ein Land vertreten kann. Leichtathletik definiert meine Karriere und bestimmt so auch die Regeln für mich – ich hatte mich zu entscheiden.

Immer musste ich mich von neuem fragen, wie ich in allem, was ich tue und anstrebe, am besten das Gleichgewicht halte zwischen dem, wer ich bin und wo ich herkomme.

Jeder hat einen Augenblick im Leben, in dem er eine ausschlaggebende Entscheidung treffen muss, und für mich ist dieser Augenblick gekommen. Es ist jetzt Zeit, meine deutsche Nationalität zu beachten und Deutschland zu repräsentieren.

Es ist keine Entscheidung, die ich leichten Herzens treffe. Ich bin dankbar, von so vielen Menschen unterstützt worden zu sein, und ich bin zutiefst stolz darauf, Großbritannien und Nordirland vertreten zu haben.

Obwohl sich nun ein Aspekt in meinem Leben als Läuferin ändert, bin ich die selbe Person und meine Aspirationen bleiben die selben. Mit der Elite der Welt wettzueifern, ist ein Ansporn, das Beste aus sich herauszuholen. Ich werde immer meinen Sport lieben, die Regeln achten, hart trainieren und mich ganz dem Laufen widmen.

Ich bin mir bewusst, dass diese Entscheidung von manchen als sonderbar angesehen werden könnte, aber ich weiß, sie ist richtig. Wenn auch manche Türen zufallen, so eröffnen sich doch neue Wege, solange ich trainiere, voranschreite und neue Horizonte erkunde in meiner sportlichen Karriere und meiner doppelten Staatsangehörigkeit.

Being Julia

Like millions of others of my generation, I have a mixed heritage. My mother is of fine southern German stock and my father is both the best of British dads and half-German. So, for all my life, I have held dual nationality.

I grew up holding both British and German passports. I am fluent in both languages and speak German or English, depending where I am and who I am with. I have British and German relatives dotted around Europe.

But dual nationality doesn’t work in the defined and absolute world of international athletics where, of course, I can only represent one country at a time. Athletics defines my career so it also makes the rules. I have had to make a choice.

So throughout my career, I have had to question how I could balance both my sense of self and my dual heritage in what I do and achieve.

Everyone has moments in life when a pivotal choice has to be made and that time has come for me. It is now time to acknowledge the other side of my family tree and represent Germany. This is not a decision made lightly. I am honoured to have been supported by so many people and I am incredibly proud of my record representing Great Britain & Northern Ireland.

Although one label will change, I am the same person and my objectives remain the same. Competing with the world’s elite is key to inspiring people to reach within themselves and seek their best. I will always enjoy my sport and play by the rules, training hard and dedicating myself to running.

Some people may be surprised by this decision but I know it is the right choice. Some doors may close but others will open as I train, progress and explore new horizons in my athletics career and citizenship.


To Build a Home

The clay floor is swept clean, the only available light comes from the sunbeams shining through the front doorway which are made visible in the lightly dusted air. Gently illuminated is the front room of a traditional Ethiopian home with a collection of stools and seats gathered neatly around a central fire area. A chicken flutters to the threshold throwing a long evening shadow across the smooth floor and carefully reviews the recently arrived visitors hoping for some crumbs only to be ushered away as if she has clearly forgotten house rules on such days.

As guests we sit on the best low chairs, each slung with animal hides. The family elders of a friend have joined us in the warm glow of sunlight whilst the rest of the small household are busily engaged in the final preparations of the shared evening meal. Proceedings start when we are each presented, as guests to the village and of the house, with a small plate containing simply a large heaped portion of pure crystalline honey. We feel privileged – our gift of hospitality amounts to two small jars worth! – but immediately and without consideration two rational questions pop silently in to our heads. Firstly, is this really all honey? And secondly, is this all for us to eat right now?

In time we discover that the answer to both these queries is naturally ‘yes’, which is delivered with some surprise as if we have been a little silly to even ask. Anyway, it is probably always best to be clear with these things before hastily consuming a potentially valuable commodity! The ensuing conversation quickly provides the opportunity for far more interesting discussions aided by the waving of arms and by some more precise interpretative work. Our evening starts to flow.

We are here in Ethiopia again to facilitate my regular stint of ‘winter’ altitude training high up in the mountains at around 3000m. We have also decided to explore an area which is new to us and take the opportunity to visit a small building project which aims to bring further much needed development to an outlying area of the renowned Simien Mountains (see video).

The build is in its final stages. When completed the facility will comfortably accommodate foreign visitors for hiking trips and wildlife excursions in the truly remarkable landscape of the National Park (with a UNESCO World Heritage Site designation) which has recently been enlarged and is now increasingly protected.

Our new family acquaintance currently installs the plumbing and electrics at the construction site, about 3km up the road from the farmstead, whilst maintaining his noticeably industrious bees and the family patchwork of fields. The busy hives and a ripening crop of barley are situated on a small plateau overlooking the tiered hillsides that lead down from the main escarpment of the Ethiopian Highlands and forms part of a collection of homes and lands that are known as ‘Limalimo’.

For now we have become part of the routine in the village and surrounding area, able to closely witness the daily rhythms that are beginning to bring the project to fruition for these local builders and the start of a transition of the people from creators to either employees who will run and maintain the lodge or producers who will form part of the necessary supply chain of local goods and services.

As I observe the building process, the locals have an equal view of me and my training rituals as I run mile after mile through the network of paths that stretch across the beautiful landscape and a mutual respect develops for each of our separate endeavours as the days pass. A balance of purpose and pleasure enables the athlete in me to thrive in the happiness needed to overcome the daily demands of running up to 100 miles a week at 3000m.

The virtues of warmth, high altitude and soft trails are well known to the endurance side of the athletic world, but for me a training location requires a few more pieces to complete the picture of an ideal location: the natural landscape, tranquility, fresh air and, probably most importantly, a welcoming community where positive friendships are easily formed and where the joyfulness found in people’s daily lives fills you with energy. In Ethiopia, especially in these rural areas, the community positively welcome and invite your stay with them even as they are going about their busy work such as creating a wonderful collection of lodges, bringing much needed employment to a region mostly dependent on subsistence agriculture.

We are told November is the month of the best honey harvest and our more than generous portion of high altitude wild honey, as an aperitif to the main family meal, is not only an expression of ever present hospitality of the Ethiopian people but importantly an indication that a thriving local market of seasonal produce does exist. The new lodge with its own demands for staff and produce will bring a valued injection of cash directly in to the local economy which ultimately offers increasing stability, furthers life’s opportunities and develops access to education for more children.

Exploring the diversity of this new location for me has built friendships, enhanced my chosen endeavour and taught me that the richest and most enduring experiences in running are not necessarily always found in a race or a stadium.

As for the plate laden with honey we managed to eat more than a suitably polite amount with our fingers. It was absolutely delicious but as our insulin raced to suppress the glucose overload our hosts kindly accepted that eating a month’s worth of honey in one sitting is probably something not to be imposed on your valued sporting guests!

After much laughter and verbal exploration of the rural ways of life we leave to walk along the moonlit paths replete, contented, humbled and happy. Not just a message from our satisfied stomachs but a far deeper satisfaction that the shared joy of humanity is alive and well in this remote part of Ethiopia; as ever a fine balance of pleasure and purpose!