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My Blog is a self-indulgent, part journey, part training log, part hindsight account. After experiencing first hand, the terrrorist attacks in Mumbai I made a promise to myself to fulfil an ambition from many years ago to compete in an ironman triathlon. I was reminded that life isn't as predictible as a sine curve and a chance encounter with the most unlikely of people can change ones course forever. I hope you get something from my shared experience.

Mumbai to Port Macquarie

Hi and thanks for popping by. Maybe you stumbled across my blog by coincidence of a few key search words or possibly you were pointed in this direction. Either way you are here now...

This is an account of a my personal sojourn though life with it's many twists and turns. As you may later discover (if you're not already awake to the idea) , the universe has brought you here through a series of yes responses from yourself.

Chance is a concept I subscribe to... never is it luck.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

From Mumbai to Port Mac - The Journey begins...

Hi and thanks for having a look at my blog. If you are reading this it is likely that you fall in to one of two categorories - one of the inner circle of the world famous BMMC or BIS or you have randomly stumbled across this page and you are possibly regretting it now. Either way I urge you to get a life and read useful and insightful blogs rather than this wish wash account of a 'would've been if he coud've been'.

The title of my blog 'From Mumbai to Port Mac - the journey begins' carries considerable bearing in my life and it is this sojourn that I find myself deep within. It really is only a single chapter of the broader journey 'The West Bank - the right side of the Nepean (if you're facing south)', but more about that later.

About a week ago I finshed off a tough ride with Dr Phil (~155km) on the Saturday, a long run through the Glenbrook National Park (~30km) on the Sunday (before another ride in the arvo). I had plenty of time to reflect on the personal sojourn from India to that point in time. How was it that I came to this, spending all my spare and some not so spare time on preparing for my first assault on Australia's premier ironman triathlon in March of next year? Afterall it wasn't that long ago that I was a 106kg rugby union forward playing for the Blueys in the Sydney suburban competition. There has been a dramatic change in the course of my life. One that is indellible in it's impression and which has ultimately led me to this ambitous goal.

I have so many people to thank before I can continue, for without each of you my journey to Port would not be.... and possibly neither would I. I also feel this is important to gain some credit before I trash talk each of you!

Dad, V and Al my eccelectic and vivacious family, My Ma (Jah bless), Sleep, Scam, Dr Phil, Tubby Kiwi, Gargers, P Ryan and all my other motivated training buddies - thanks for keeping it real. CT and Liv - you guys saved me. J and CEW, D Heke and all my other long suthering friends - jah bless and thanks for your perserverance with me.

Ce'st finite for my premier blog. I hope you come back some time - Port Mac you are T minus 5 months and 6 days.


  1. Is that Sleep Train in the background? OMG! You know THE Sleep Train?

    Nice start to the blog mate, eloquent yet to the point.

  2. I believe it is west regardless of if you are facing south or north.