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| The stuff of dreams and nightmares combined.... |
It all started with a not very realistic interest in The Norseman. Reputedly the most difficult Triathlon in the world. The romantic notion of it finishing on a mountain top just appealed.
It was quickly dismissed as too ridiculous, even for me, purely from a financial point of view (at least that's what I kept telling myself) and then I saw it...."Celtman" to be run by the organisers of Norseman but set in Torridon. Torridon, Scotland...I could get there!
This was to be the inaugural event, never been done before, and a chance not only to do something fantastic for charity but also to be there at the start of what, I think, will soon become a legendary race.
The ballot opened at midnight, 5th Nov, and although not required as it wasn't 1st come 1st served, there I was. Sat at the laptop, 'entry central' website open and the clock ticking by....23.58......23.59....00.00.....00.01 - ENTERED!
What have I done!?! Luckily it was to be a ballot and all I'd done was entered the ballot. The draw was t be held after 2 weeks. 2 weeks later, the e-mail arrived.....
I was in........
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