I struggle to find the words that best describe that feeling of crossing the finish line of my first ever 70.3 Iroman. Invincible probably comes close. Followed by ‘oh my God did I really do this?’, pride, strength, confidence, tears, joy and relief. That is how I felt after collapsing in my daughters arms after finishing Weymouth Ironman 70.3 in 2022. I had bloody done it! Through a niggling running injury that had kept me off run training, ignoring my one doubts and other people’s doubts, I had still somehow managed to fulfill my dream. I had tapped into that hidden resilience and power that was inside me and no one could take that away from me. Not the abusive partner. Not the guy at uni who thought it was okay to take advantage of me. The 1.9km swim, the 90km bike ride over undulating terrain and the half marathon at the end was all me. And I felt like superwoman.