Chasing Limits, Discovering Self.
Coach’s Introduction
Ironman. The word alone carries a certain weight. For some, it’s an outlandish feat reserved for the superhuman. For others, a bucket-list challenge.
For him, it became something else entirely – a question he couldn’t ignore. Could he still do something extraordinary? Could he push beyond comfort, beyond expectation, beyond age?
On learning about my upcoming attempt at Ironman an old friend recently told me, “You know, there are much more pleasurable ways to have a midlife crisis.”
I had a few sporting glories in my youth, but these are in the distant past more than thirty years gone. My life soon became focused on a busy career and raising a family and, yes, I enjoyed life a little too much at times. Sport and fitness, once so important in my life, were deprioritised.
Over the last 5 years with kids getting older I have gradually found my way into endurance sports, not something I ever did in my youth. From 5K to 10k to sponsored cycle to sprint triathlon I kept pushing myself to the next step.
So what are my thoughts now having completed the Ironman? I realise that I had unfinished business left from my youth. This has in truth been a process of self-actualisation. Running a marathon was not enough. It needed to be more extreme. It culminated in a more than 9 month journey of focused training, pain, sacrifice, learning new skills, growth, dedication, finding my limits and then the day itself!
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
So what now? Well, I have found I actually enjoy triathlon although will probably stick to Olympic and maybe the odd middle distance event. Maybe some cycle touring. I will train, but not 6 days a week.
I learned many things and many things about myself that my youthful alter ego was oblivious to.
Would pleasure seeking have helped me climb to the top of Maslow’s hierarchical pyramid? I don’t think so.
Coach’s Closing Note
In the end, his Ironman wasn’t about a medal, a time, or proving anyone wrong. It was about proving something to himself – that he’s not done yet. That age doesn’t get to decide when he stops chasing big things.
Maybe the real midlife crisis isn’t throwing yourself into something extreme.
Maybe it’s quietly accepting that your best days are behind you.
He couldn’t do that.
Not yet.
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