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!