Max's Story

Max's Story

When Max was 8 years old I took him for his first trail run over Wenderholm and he loved it.  “Hurry up mum” as he took off ahead of me …. “you are the best mum ever” when we got to the top of the hill “can we come out in the bush more often?” … it was so much fun to be out in the bush together.  

Max had always been an active child and this was a great way for us to have some fun together but we only went a few times.  Less than 6 months later he complained a lot of “growing pains”, was twisting his ankles, and pulling his calves, and became more and more reluctant to get out and about.

Alex's story

Alex's story

I have done a lot of homework over the last forty years, looking for help with this “ “something just isn’t right” feeling.

More recently I am finding out that most of what needs fixing is in my court and under my control – I am finally realising after all this work in the field of health and well being that I am capable of helping myself with a bit of special help.

Rob's story

Rob's story

“Right,” said Claire, “Lie flat on your back and breathe.”

“Ok”, I thought, “I can do this.”

As it happens, I can’t. (Or at least, not very well). Apparently something the rest of the human race learned on arrival and relegated to automatic behaviour escaped me for some reason.

Karen's Story

Karen's Story

It’s about 14 hours before I toe the startline for the Tarawera 100km. My day has gone to hell, including a flight diversion to Hamilton. Standing at a bus stop in the rain trying to get to registration, I reach over to lift my handbag and boom! Back spasms. This does not happen to me…This is not good… Arriving at registration, close to tears, Vicki Wolley says ‘let’s find Claire!’.