I realized yesterday that my dad has no idea what I do, or what Ironman is or what is involved.
This was our conversation yesterday.
Dad: “Not long now till your sister gets here. Is she doing that thing again?”
Me: “Yes she lands in less than a month and Ironman? Yes, she is doing it again.”
Dad: “Are you?”
Me: “yes I am”
Dad: “Is your brother?”
Me: “No, it is just your daughters that are mad.”
Dad: “But he has done it before.”
Me: “No he hasn’t”
Dad: “Yes he has.’
Me: “No he has not.”
This carried on for a while….
Me: “Dad, I can guarantee you that he has never done an Ironman.”
Dad: “So then what was that thing that he borrowed my old bike for? That involved a swim and then a bike ride.”
Me: “Huh?”…….“Uhmm, possibly just a normal distance triathlon”
Dad: “Maybe, but I am sure it was Ironman.”
Dad: “But he could do one?”
Me: “Yes dad, he could do one. Anyone with training can do one.”
Dad: “No, I mean now, he is fit enough. And he could borrow my bike if he wanted”