I have a huge passion for animals and while retirement is a long way off, when I do I would love to do something with animals.

I'm really hard on myself as well, nothing is good enough for me in training. I always want more, I always want to give 100%. I use my training like a competition. I imagine these two girls next to me every time single time I'm going over those hurdles in training.

When it becomes hard for me not to eat bad food, I try to think about what I have to do and what is ahead of me and what I want to achieve.

I know who my dad is, I've met him a few times, but I don't even call him dad. I know it sounds horrible, but I don't even see him as part of my family, to be honest. If you want the truth, it doesn't bother me because I don't know any different. I just know that me and my mum, that was my family.

Hurdling, sprinting, athletics in general, is always in the back of your mind.

If you hold back in hurdles, you are going to fall over.

Not a lot of people know me outside of athletics and believe it or not I am actually quite shy. The exhilaration of a win or tears after falling are the extremes. It takes me a while to get to know someone, but once I do I am very loyal to my old friends.