A PB

Not content to simply complete an Ironman course, Ironmen also try to best themselves. The chatter in review of the event is replete with PB's, sub 4hour marathons, blowing up, cramps, gels, chaffing... the list goes on.  Each person's pain greater than the other's. Anyway it was heartening that our boy finished the event in a PB time of 10:20. An improvement of 10 minutes.

Viv gives the thumbs up on lap 2 of the run

We were well pleased but for selfish reasons. Wrangling an 18 month old on the sidelines is a sport in itself even with the assistance of The Bloke.....and did we mention the flys? Despite them it was a far better day than the year that the "taking on board" of fluids and food went wrong and the marathon was mostly walked by our competitor, resulting in hours and hours of extra cheering/goading.

There are lots of sad as well as uplifting stories. The best one was of the girl who beat the 17 hr cut off to complete the course by a matter of seconds. It's common that some competitors return to the finish to cheer in the stragglers/strugglers. For this girl they made an archway with their arms but either the group was not straight enough or the girl was so wonky on her feet that she knocked into one of the spectators and the delay nearly cost her the title of Ironman finisher!

Shaved down for the event, Viv models his company bikesure label - a moving billboard!

Anyway, job done for another year and after yet another last breakfast, last hug and last waive, the Bloke and I were able to return to the job at hand..... Chillax and get ready for our passage Southward.

The Bloke in Poppa mode with colour coordinated Gals