Never be afraid to dream. Take one step at a time, implement the training and you can stand on the start line, the fear rising in your chest and the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You look over dark seas hiding the blooms of jellyfish, another 250 wetsuit clad bodies all anxiously awaiting the day they too have been dreaming of.
It’s been a long and steady road, sometimes it meandered and sometimes it was a superfast highway. I began with a love for the Scottish mountains. My husband introduced me to climbing and I spent many weekends hanging off the end of a rope and hauling myself up frozen waterfalls. This unknowingly gave me a natural affinity for endurance sports and therefore when I began running after my son was born, I gravitated towards the long and steady races. Another child followed and as we were both unable to leave the children, my husband lost his climbing partner and I had to look elsewhere for my adrenaline hit. I quickly developed a love for road biking and was persuaded to join my local triathlon club where I was introduced to the long course triathlon.