The Night Before Post

”Twas the night before Ironman70.3

And not a creature was stirring

Well, maybe just for a pee

Two wholesome triathletes 

A man and his wife

Were lying there ‘sleeping’

Contemplating life

Would they survive this ordeal

In the Scottish choppy sea

Or would they succumb to the elements

And walk away saying ‘not for me’

Would the jellyfish make an appearance

And sting them to death

Or would they own the waves and swim them

With every deep (or dying) breath

Would the wind be too strong

And knock them about

All through the course in Edinburgh

Oh there was no doubt

Would the climbs be too steep

And the descents be too much

For this pair of triathletes

Did they have the guts?

And if they made it to the run

And the tunnel of doom

Would they be able to climb that mountain

Or blow up like a balloon

In less than 24hrs

Time would tell

Nothing could be done now

There was no magic spell

They asked themselves ‘why am I doing this’

As they lay there pretending to sleep

Worries running over and over 

Going through their minds on repeat

I might actually die

Was initially the first thought

Not to mention the cost

Of all the gear they had bought 

But you can’t buy pride

Or being able to say ‘I CAN’

And at the very end of this

We will be able say ‘I’m an Ironman!’

Ok maybe just a ‘half’ ironman

In Edinburgh at least

But we might go Full one day

And become Team Iron Beast

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