The last weekend was spent in Langkawi supporting my brother in the thoughest race on earth. The Ironman. A 3.8km swim. 180km bike. 42km run. You would think who in the world would actually torture themselves to such extend. Apparently 600 people from around the world would. And 1 of those 600 is my brother. His endless months of training and tears and pain he endured paid off in 11 hours and 15 minutes. He targeted an average 12 hour mark but never expected to break it by such a mile. My family was as much as excited as he was. We tracked his route and tried to show up along the way as many times as possible to give support even if it would have helped a little. Anyway, congrats bro. You finally finished the race that was once thought by the 3 of us to be impossible.
As a supporter, the highlight of the Ironman race i have to say was the finish line. To see the dramatic expressions on the people coming in was simply ecstatic. They all had different ways of celebrating their fantastic feat. The ones who are in their 1st Ironman especially were worth a watch. Many ran in with their family and loved ones while others just shouted with glee. Some collapsed on the floor due to exhaution. But no meter how they celebrated their last few moments in the Ironman, they all had the satisfatory of completing something considred just under crazy.
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Thank you lil' brother! Don't speak too soon, but you may find yourself doing something crazy like that in the future!
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