I love athletics: running, jumping, throwing - anything that makes my heart race. Sometimes I feel like I’m not just running from a stopwatch, but from my problems. Spoiler: it doesn’t always work, but the adrenaline is worth it

People say mixing sprints and quilling is weird. I say it’s fun! One hand holds a 100m medal, the other a paper rose. The perfect balance of chaos and zen

Hey there! I’m a girl who feels equally confident on a running track and behind a roll of colored paper. Yes, I’m a walking contradiction - but a pleasant one

When I crave silence, I roll paper into delicate curls. Yep, the speedy runner turns into a patient paper architect. Kind of like a superhero, only with glue instead of a cape