It would not do to not include myself.
I am the lab rat, the tester, the frailer half of coaching, the athlete.
I started out as a swimmer for 10 years before leaving the fishtank to explore the world. Like Nemo, but more burnt out. I discovered the mountains through Scouting and running. I took to climbing things with hands, axes and crampons.
A few years experimenting with kayaking left me with a dislocated shoulder and a large belly.
I took up triathlon and track racing before I realised that my true love was still the mountains. I took a MTB, rode it up hills, rode down them badly. I discovered cyclocross in 2004 and have raced it ever since. Recently, I race bikes for silly durations around fields for multiple laps. I love it.
For me the 24 Hours of Exposure still stands out like a bonfire. My first 24 hour MTB race, 9th place, far more than I expected at a European championship. Prior to this a 9th place in the Irish Senior Cyclocross Nationals and a smattering of UCI points was a highpoint as well as multiple race wins at local track meets.
My greatest experience to this day has been the Trans Wales in 2008. Horrible weather, murderous terrain, a body under worked in the final years of my undergraduate. That race made me who I am.
This year sees me focusing on going long. Ironman gave me a taste for it, 24 hour racing has satiated it, doing the Highland Trail 400 may feed it. Add in a few 24 hour races, some bouldering and ice climbing. That is my year.