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When I think of rape, I think of a woman walking alone at night, back to her apartment. In the shadows, a man in all black and a ski mask lurks behind the bushes.

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The men came back for me and I refused to get in the car. When she shut the front door - that was one of the hardest moments of my life. There and then I got offered a place for a competitive sprint team in Glasgow.

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I wasn't planning to stop. At my first big competition, I sped past the Commonwealth Games medallist from Scotland to win Gold. Women had their mobile phones taken off them - the women, not the men. Slowly I began to keep up. I thought, "This is my chance to connect with this country, and my father. But the marriage didn't work out and they separated. I went to find a camping spot nearby and she followed me.

It was at that point I had the opportunity to go to Iran. We had to train wearing hijabs which in the sweltering heat was horrible. I didn't have any self-worth. Thrown out by her mother at 16, she found herself homeless and plagued by suicidal thoughts. I had to commit myself to living and not be consumed by thoughts of death.

I dealt with it by blocking it out. One day I was walking back from my Saturday job and a car stopped, wanting directions to the lake. At one point I was calling a suicide prevention line every 20 minutes. I was crying, sobbing, saying I would do whatever she wanted.

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I felt like I was this awful, terrible girl. I just slowly walked and kept walking. I loved cycling fast because it was a great escape, but also my life got better.

It was a group of men. Eventually they found me a foster family but all I wanted was to go home. It was like slow-motion. I bought a second-hand bike because it was faster and cheaper than the bus. As my two brothers and I grew older, my mum increasingly struggled to cope. Picking myself up was one of the hardest things I had to do.

After that all I wanted to do was die. In Tehran, they asked that I test for the Iranian team, and offered me a place on their team. I prayed to every God I had ever heard of for my family to take me back. My dad visited one more time after that and then he disappeared. I thought it was my fault that he left. I was cycling so much that there must have been so many endorphins firing off at all times. I think that was when I really started hating myself. She eventually caught up with me, dropping to the ground a metre or so away. I didn't just suddenly turn into Superwoman, I crawled out of where I was.

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Then I caught a flight to Nice, in France, and began cycling the world. When they built the velodrome cycling arena in Glasgow for the Commonwealth Games, I went along for a laugh. I also had my first sense of belonging anywhere. I began cycling with a local bike club. It was the time of the Iranian revolution, and Iran suddenly stopped payments to overseas students, to try to encourage its nationals back. I enrolled in college. One of my earliest experiences of being on a bike was in Manchester, when my dad used to cycle across the city to get a 20kg sack of potatoes that was a few pennies cheaper.

I didn't tell anyone because I thought it was my fault. The key worker shouted at me, saying I would always be in the gutter. Finding Lucy.

Adventure cyclist Ishbel Holmes has competed for Iran and travelled solo around the world, but her early life was difficult and traumatic. I was still in nappies, and I used to sit in a little seat beside his saddle with the potatoes behind me.

When she was made to leave a homeless unit five years later, she realised she had to make a change. I saw this light-coloured dog padding along by my back wheel. When I was two years old, we moved to Scotland so that my dad could find work. I was the only female and I was cycling by myself at the back to start with.

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I started to speak out against the way the women riders were being treated. She began to blame all of the family's problems on me. I didn't eat properly. I was cycling the world - what was I going to do with a street dog? Eventually I left. I flew from Tehran to Turkey, where by chance I met a man who had been touring on his bike for months. At 21, I was thrown out of a homeless unit. There was something about her - when she said that - that made me think, "I can't allow this.

I hated myself so much I wanted to die. She tried to keep up, her shape deformed in the distance. After I while, I thought: "This is just wrong, Ishbel. It was in Turkey - along the sea of Marmara - that I met Lucy. I got a flight back to Scotland, sold the little belongings I had and set off.

They took me away and raped me.

"when i think of rape, i think of a woman walking alone at night. but my story is very different."

I must have been around seven years old. Just like that his money dried up, and the bicycle quickly became an important tool for survival. I had never been involved in women's rights before, but in Iran it was extreme. After that I just remember feeling really bad. Things between us were miserable and tense, and I withdrew even more. I pushed on the pedals and tried to cycle away, but she gave chase. I spoke up against the discrimination and bullying, but nothing changed. I believed it was me being punished for being "bad". As I feared, shortly after my birthday she chucked me out for good.

Looking back, it wasn't the right time for me but there was a pull because I had family there. One time when I was visiting dad, an acquaintance of his asked me to sit on his knee, and ran his hand up my leg. She started cycling and set off round the world - leading to an encounter with a stray dog that was to transform her life forever.

I was so desperate I went to a phone box and called my mum. I held out my hand but she kept her distance. I was pleading. I got in the car but they didn't bring me straight back. Seeing those four dogs - the fact that it was a group of them - and how she responded, transported me back to when I was All she said was that it was my fault and I needed to change.

By that time I was used to people doing whatever they wanted with me. I knew in that instant that that was what I was going to do. My dad was studying there when he met and fell in love with my mum.

I was told this was so the girls were not distracted and messaging boys. I knew I had to make a decision. I ran away.

That moment of standing on the steps down to the path, and having no choice but to walk away. As my sixteenth birthday approached, I was deeply anxious, knowing this date was when my mum would no longer be responsible for me. They asked if I could show them the way, saying they would bring me back.

The following day I was planning to take her back to her village, but she was attacked by a gang of dogs.

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