Let’s just say that when I did my first ever triathlon it didn’t look like I would have much further involvement in endurance sport beyond the local fun run.
I could spend the next paragraph explaining exactly why that was, but they say a picture says a thousand words, so here it is:
Alistair Brownlee I was not.
The race in question was a sprint distance at Blenheim Palace in the UK, a 750m swim, 20km bike topped off with a 5km run. While those distances don’t strike fear quite like they used to, at the time I was bricking it.
To give you an idea of just how much of an ordeal I thought I was setting myself up for, I dug out the fundraising page I did with my co-conspirator Matt Hannigan. The general themes summed up were stupidity, bravery and prior inactivity – https://www.justgiving.com/RossC-MattH/.
The race itself was by no means a tragedy but, if you had said to anyone (including me) that in a couple of years I’d have signed up to do an Ironman, the best you could have hoped for was a polite smile.
So that’s my warning to you: watch out what you sign up for, you never know when the bug might bite.