The Beginning

It all happened as may things in life with a sudden desire. The sudden desire was brought about by an overwhelming emotion.

I felt something take hold of me and it made me want to take part. I did not want to be an outside looking in.

I wanted every last person to cross the line but most of all I wanted be be one of them, not a spectator but a participant. It was an emotion that I cannot fully describe. I felt tears in my eyes. I felt something that I cannot even now describe to you.

Swimming 3.8 km, never done, bike 180 km, never done, run a marathon, never done. Hey what the heck. Get your name down and then find a way to achieve the goal, that was the way I came to the decision. I did not want to wait too long as maybe there would no places available if I waited.

Days passed and I was still mulling it over. I looked at the webpage and thought about it. I was due to go on holidays in early August and the night before I left, I put my name down.

That was the night it all started. I was excited. I was petrified. I was scared. So many thins went through my mind. My road to Ironman had begun.