Building Blocks
I am an Ironman Been there, did that, got the tee shirt. And the towell, rucksack & all that branded toot that goes with it. Why on earth am I putting myself through this again? Last time I just wanted to curl up in a ball and stop moving forwards. All I could think about in those last few hours was to just keep moving, I didn't care about speed. It wasn't racing in any sense. It was surviving. The course had well and truly beaten me. And that's the rub. I can't take the fact that I didn't really compete. I got round, that much was never in doubt. What really got me was how unprepared I was, it was laughable that I could consider myself an Ironman when I was stumbling about like a piss head looking for a kebab.