'So Vince, I hear you’re an ironman, that’s pretty cool.'
Oh no, I’m thinking, here we go again. It’s another NTP (non tri pal) who’s been misinformed.
'Er…well no, actually I’m sort of half an ironman.'
‘What the hell does that mean? Did you drop out?’
‘Nope, I’ve done a couple of half ironman races. It’s…well…it’s only half.’
As this sentence yet again reluctantly slips between my lips, my shoulders slump as the standard response of ‘oh, well that’s still pretty good I suppose.’ Grates like nails down a blackboard.
‘So how’s Leo?’ They quickly move on, seeing steam blast from my ears and nostrils.
‘Yeah he’s fine.’
So I decided in December that I had to ge ...