On the surgeon’s table in October, trying to disassociate myself from
the sensations of my achilles being nipped and tucked, pulled and pushed and
(hopefully) bettered, I was day-dreaming. I could see myself lining up in the
warm seas of the Caribbean readying myself for the start of 70.3 St
Croix. In this pleasant daydream, I am, of course, tanned, race
ready, fighting fit and on the cusp of a performance that would stand me in
good stead to regain the 70.3 St Croix title.
The tan withstanding, these conditions have all been previously experienced!
Dreaming: freeing your mind to explore, finding something that you’d
ultimately like to achieve. The challenge is to then take that dream pave its path with goals, targets, blood, sweat and the occasional tear. On the continuum of ultimate ambitions and challenges doing a middle distance triathlon is not a particularly earth-shattering target for a professional
triathlete. However, having St Croix scribbled at the centre of my...