I grew up with the almighty battles between Daley Thompson and Jurgen Hingsen. I was fascinated
by how two people who looked so completely different in stature could compete in the same event.
In other athletics events, we only get to watch athletes compete for a few moments, or even just
a few seconds. In the decathlon, we live through two days and ten iterations of highs and lows.
Every run, every jump, every throw.
Every decathlon has a story, and I do my best to help tell those stories – here,
on Decathlonpedia, and on my own website decathletesofeurope.co.uk.
I follow decathlons, and heptathlons, all around Europe and beyond. I rejoiced in Berlin in
2009 at Trey Hardee’s and Jessica Ennis’ glorious wins. I winced in Birmingham in 2007 as Josef
Karas limped around the 1000m, and cheered Ashton Eaton in Glasgow as he tried out the 400m
hurdles in 2014. I gasped in Belgrade in 2017 as Mihail Dudas tumbled in the final event and
cried in Berlin as Arthur Abele finally won European gold in 2018. And I was soaked in the
champagne spray in Talence that followed Kevin Mayer’s breathtaking world record.
I grew up near Glasgow, Scotland and now live in Edinburgh with my husband, Andrew.
When I’m not watching decathlons and athletics more generally, I work as a civil servant for
the Scottish Government and drink a lot of Irn Bru.