TEgge's Blog

In 2004, I was never motivated in cycling, triathlons or any other endurance sports.  I was the kind of bloke who would say, “Monday, I am going on a diet and I am going to get fit and lose some weight” and by lunchtime, I would be eating a meat pie, until I was with some family and friends and we were all talking about trying to get fit.  I expressed interest that ‘one day I would like to cycle from Penrith to Newcastle (180km)’ every person in the room all had a good cack about this.  I thought then and there that I would show them.

Cause I didn’t have a bike at the time, the next day I went for a run. I couldn’t run 300 meters without stopping and felt like my lungs was going to blow up.  I was very unfit and I weighed over 100kg.

I went out and brought a road bike and started cycling up and down the freeway.  As the weeks went on I started to become fitter and I lost about 15kg in about 2 months.

The feeling I was getting from cycling, running and swimming was better the anything that I had ever experienced (including sex). I thought after I show everyone who thought I couldn’t do the ride to Newcastle, I would give Triathlons ago.

My sister Joe said that she would help me along the way refilling my water bottles, etc.  I remember taking off at about 4am in the morning and before sunrise, I was almost halfway.  After finishing the ride, I did what and good sportsman would do, I sent SMS messages to every person who did not think I could do the ride and rubbed it in there face.