Ironman South Africa 2016
Port Elizabeth, South Africa
It was a long journey. I have progressed from Super Sprint to Ironman distance in those two years. The swimming, cycling and running has quicklybecoming a lifestyle and not just trainings. Be warn that this is a long post.Go get yourself a cup of coffee.
Secondly we were not allowed to check in our flight when we got to Doha Airport. Apparently you need a birth certificate if you bring in children into South Africa. Who would have known that? We called our friend, Lolyta who was still half asleep after just arriving from Paris last night to get the birth certificate from our house and drive as fast as safely possible to the airport. Sadly the check in counter was already closed when she arrived. We missed it by a mere 10 minutes. We had to buy another ticket which will cost me double than the original price. I simply can’t afford it. I did not want to go toSouth Africa alone for my first Ironman either. This race was as much about me as it is about my wife and my family. They have sacrified so much putting up with me and my crazy schedule. I was heartbroken and willing to accept that it was not meant to be. I broke the news to our #Pelaristyloyo (PSY) and FB friends, but they urged me not to give up. My PSY friends even willing to chip in money to share the costs. Too bad the flight was full when I got back to the ticket counter.
There were no other flights available since all connecting flights to Port Elizabeth were full because of the race. I can’t get to PE in time for race registration and bike check in on Saturday. I kept coming back and forth to the Qatar Airways ticket counter. The nice lady at the counter tried all the possibilities and after all hope was gone she found a solution. I could change my destination to Cape Town and won’t cost me as much. I borrowed some money from our PSY captain, Hisham and bought the tickets. One small challenge though. The distance between Cape Town and Port Elizabeth is about 750km. That is roughly 10-12 hours drive! We will miss one whole day but could still arrive in PE before mid-night on Friday. I broke into tears when she told me this. The tears I fought so hard to contain since morning. I just could not control my emotion. It was really embarrassing. You know the feeling when you saw a glimmer of light after all hope was gone.
|Was so glad the swim was over|
|The spectacular view on the bike course provides nice distractions|
The day after: Maybe but not in a foreseeable future
Three days after: No need to ask, I was already looking at the list of upcoming races
A week after: I am already started training again.