After 3 months in Switzerland, I’m leaving on Thursday in search of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. This Sunday is the inaugural Eireman, the first ever Ironman to be held in Ireland, and will take place in Courtown, about 100kms from Dublin.
When I was growing up, I heard many stories about Ireland….not surprising since most of Newfoundland was settled by the English and Irish. My Phelan ancestors (derived from the word ‘wolf’ or ‘faol’ in Gaelic) sailed across the Atlantic from Ireland during the Potato Famine, and Newfoundland was the first land mass they hit. I guess they didn’t have cereal in those days, and the potato withdrawal must’ve been pretty serious.;-)
With just a few days left in Switzerland, the German hobbit and I took a ride in the cable cars to the top of the mountain in Leysin yesterday afternoon. The view from up there is amazing, and reminds me of how lucky we are to have such a great place to train in for the summer.
I’ll miss Leysin, but it’s time to head over the rainbow and see what awaits…