Nothing can prepare you for the overwhelming range of emotions you will experience at a race like Ironman 70.3. And nobody prepares you for the (un)likelyhood of not finishing. I guess because nobody expects to walk away with a DNF. But that was to be my fate on 20...
Take four friends, one epic road trip that lasted almost 16 hours and two cheap-ass hotel rooms, and what do you get? Ironman 70.3 Race Weekend, of course! Three sleeps to go… We arrived here on Thursday night, having decided to spread the load over two days...
To most, this is just photo of me on my bike, riding along some arb road, doing some arb cycle race. But I remember the exact place where this pic was taken. I know exactly how I felt. I dared not look around or speak to anyone. The only thing on my mind was the...
I can’t blame it on peer pressure. It was me. All me. There was gentle encouragement though. “Maybe it will help.” “Maybe it will make you feel better.” “Just imagine having no worries. No fear. No panic.” “It’s not cheating.” “No,” I thought. “It’s just so...
After a terrible swim on Saturday that left me wheezing like a 75-year-old man with emphysema (before even swimming 100m), I spent the rest of the weekend feeling beaten, deflated and wondering whether this 70.3 dream is just one of my crazy schemes. It also involved...
