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.