Emergence of an Iron Man

My brother is going to take part in what I consider one of the craziest things people do in their lives. He is going to take part in the Ironman Malaysia Triathlon, this Saturday in Langkawi, Malaysia. The race comprises of 3.8km of swim, 180.2km of cycling and finally 42.2km of running. Why do I call it crazy? Well for one, you better not attempt it unless you have trained for it. It is practically live-threatening if you just decide one day on a whim, "Oh! What a bright and sunny day! I think I might just go and sign up for the Ironman race since the sky is blue and the clouds are white and fluffy!" Good luck to you, I hope you bring your handphone along with the ambulance hotline on speed dial.

Well, most of you would know that my interest in tris (triathlons) was sparked off by watching my brother go for one race after another. The Ironman by the way, is considered the most trying tri (pun intended) one can participate in (though I heard there is something called the Deca-Iroman). It takes much discipline, perseverance and determination to plan, train and execute the race itself. Watching my brother go through all these as he prepares for his race only makes me admire and respect even more these qualities that I see in him.

If I didn't have to prepare for my architecture interim crit on Tuesday, I would be there right with him to document the race for him and some of our mutual friends the way I know best - through photos. It's amazing to be just there observing the race. Each of the competitors come from different walks of life but have one thing that binds them - a dream. And the heart to complete it. I don't think I will ever have the heart to attempt an Ironman. My heart is big for other things. But then again, I have learnt to never say never. I said never to tris before. Look where it got me. (For those who don't know, I am attempting the Osim olimpic distance tri this year.)

It's inspiring to have a brother who constantly pushes you to re-think what is possibly achievable when you put your heart to it. I think it is testament to the potential that God created us with. Check out my brother's blog entry on his thoughts regarding the race. Here's an excerpt:

"Why do I still do it? Apart from the passion and love for endurance sports, I think in many ways, Ironman is a metaphor for life. During the course of training and the race itself, you go through physical and mental trials mirrored in real life. I like this aspect because it builds CHARACTER, knowing that I can apply the same principles in being successful getting through an Ironman and its training to other areas of my life, such as being successful as a corporate trainer or musician or in relationships."

Here are some other photos of my brother with the other 2 friends he is going to the race with. Look out for my pre-race interview with them soon.










Who says sportsmen don't know how to have fun? Ha!