I did that 20 km bike ride again. I managed to stop safely at the junctions. All went well. I arrived at the turnaround point and stopped.

It's Not Too Late

Let me tell you about my impressive first attempt at triathlon, which went about as well as you'd expect from someone who thought "how hard can it be?" Famous last words.

Triathlon for Everyday Women

If you've ever hesitated to start a new fitness goal because you thought you weren't "fast enough" or "fit enough," this post is for you. Starting isn't about speed or skill - it's about showing up for yourself.

A Humble Guide for Beginners

You’ve been running the same loop, swimming the same laps, or spinning on the same bike and it’s all starting to feel a bit… beige. You’re not broken, you’re just bored.

Why Triathlon Might Be Your Answer

You know the signs.
Your run feels less “runner’s high” and more “why am I doing this again?”
Swimming laps? Yawn. You’re convinced the pool is getting longer, not your strokes stronger.
You check your watch five minutes into a workout like it’s going to offer you a medal just for showing up.

Fitness Myths That Hold Women Over 40 Back from Trying Triathlon

I've heard every myth under the sun, mostly because I've used most of them myself at various points. After a couple of hip procedures, I told myself that as I was approaching fifty, it was time to look after my body. I planned to go for regular walks, join a Pilates class, and continue with my leisurely morning swims. I believed that I needed to start taking it easy.

I started feeling like I was the only one who didn’t get to do what I wanted. I thought about everyone else and made sure they were happy, but no one thought about me.

A Half Ironman requires a huge time commitment. Training for one is an achievement in itself. As I worked through my training plan, I became aware of the importance of consistency and dedication.

I swam like I was a Sunday driver. I swam because it got me out of bed. I could do it early while everyone was still asleep—a good way of getting extra hours into my day.

At 6:30 a.m., we walked down to the start to drop our bags in the drop off zone and then stood on the edge of Lake Taupo. The supporters were gathered on the high banks, looking down onto the beach.

The thought of an ‘empty nest’ filled me with alarm, having dedicated years to raising my three kids. Caitlin was maturing and becoming increasingly independent.

There was a buzz in the air as we slowly hiked up Pen y Fan, the tallest peak in the Brecon Beacons. It was steep and we were exhausted. It was cold and windy, and I felt alive.