T’was the night before Kona, and all through these parts… A sense of excitement was growing in our hearts!

Will it be “Macca” or will it be “Crowie”? In 8 short hours, soon we will “knowie”!

Triathletes were nestled, all snug in their beds, while visions of glory danced in their heads!

When out on the beach, there arose such a clatter! I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter!

Out on the lanai, to be quite specific,  I stood overlooking the gorgeous Pacific!

Then what did my wondering eyes soon see?  People with surfboards out in the sea!

Waiting for the “King” of triathlons to start, with all of the athletes looking the part!

The cannon is shot and the athletes start swimming.  Each of them with their own big dreams of winning!

Then faster than race cars, their cycles they mount, for in the Ironman, each second counts!

After the bike course the athletes all strive, to be the first one down Ali’i Drive!

Will it be Macca?  Raelert or Bell? Potts, Alexander, or Rapp?  Who can tell?

Regardless, the Ironman brings us together.   All kinds of people, in all kinds of weather!

Till we hear the last call at the stroke of midnight…  “You are an Ironman!” and to all a good night!