Both my uncles are obsessive shoppers, both of whom are equally obsessive about paying the bill at any given restaurant. Both my grandfathers died from a smoking addiction and my Grandma has a tendency to clean manically when stressed. Three members of my family have a tendency to over-eat and are incapable of stopping and my mum can't sit still until all the drawers and doors in the house are shut.
There comes a time in one's amateur sporting career when you have to accept fate and find out just what inadequacy really means. Well aware of a sports performance lab tucked away in a pocket of heaving Brentford, I made my way down to London's westward expansion one Monday to put my brain in gear against a field of professional athletes.
I'm a massive believer in the psychological benefits of running, as well as the more often talked about physical ones. Let's face it, daily life is fast paced, frantic and stressful for the majority of the population, so the opportunity to escape this world for a short while, on a regular basis, has to be a good thing.
All of these are opportunities that may not have been as accessible even just a few years ago, and it's encouraging that the UK is really starting to take notice. It's easy to think of these things as "just events", but in reality they're so much more than that. The landscape for injured servicemen is changing for the better, and ironically, it's by introducing more obstacles.
I've struggled with negative body image my entire life. Born missing my left arm and then at 18 months of age suffering third degree burns to 14% of my body after knocking boiling water on myself while struggling to get used to a prosthetic arm. I grew up looking and feeling different - in a society where so much emphasis is placed on physical appearance and the desire for perfection - I felt isolated and alone.
Like the rest of the nation, I was gripped by the London Olympic and Paralympic Games. I've witnessed incredible achievements and developed a passion for sports like taekwondo, Keirin cycling and Finn class sailing that I hadn't seen before, but that had me on the edge of - and frequently leaping out of - my seat.