Inspired Endurance Training

My story

The journey of an unlikely Ironman.

I am a chartered accountant who spent forty years in boardrooms and C-suites. I was not an athlete. At fifty I decided to become one anyway, and it took me until I was fifty-four to get it right.

— The two nights

Twenty-six minutes, and five minutes thirty-two

26 July 2010, Lake Placid, New York. I crossed the line at 12:26 in the morning. The clock had closed at midnight. Twenty-six minutes late, no finish, no medal, no result beside my name — and a very long drive home with a family who had stood in the dark for seventeen hours to watch it.

12 October 2013, Kailua-Kona, Hawaiʻi. The Ironman World Championship, the race every age-grouper dreams about. I came down Aliʻi Drive at 11:54:28 at night with five minutes and thirty-two seconds left on the clock. Sixteen hours, fifty-four minutes, twenty-eight seconds.

Between those two nights is everything I have to say about preparation, belief and what you do when the plan runs out.

— Timeline

How it went

  • July 2008The dream starts

    In the hours before midnight, and a sign on a wall: if you can dream it, you can do it.

  • June 2009Tupper Lake Tinman, New York

    First distance race. Determination to finish it, and to finish it on time.

  • July 2010Ironman Lake Placid

    Finished at 12:26 a.m. Twenty-six minutes after the cut-off. The race that made the rest of it necessary.

  • July 2011Ironman Lake Placid

    Back on Mirror Lake at 6:59 a.m., seventy seconds before the gun — and this time an official finish, on the course that had turned me away a year earlier.

  • Nov 2011Ironman Arizona, Tempe

    Kicked in the head on the swim. Regrouped in the water and got on with the day — the first time I found out what I would do when it went wrong early.

  • Mar 2012Ironman New Zealand, Taupō

    Shortened to half distance when a cyclone hit the course. You race the day you are given.

  • Aug 2012Ironman Canada, Penticton

    The last running of the race on the original Penticton course, in British Columbia.

  • June 2013Ironman Coeur d’Alene, Idaho DNF

    Missed the cut-off. Sixteen weeks later I was on the start line at Kona.

  • Oct 2013Ironman World Championship, Kona

    16:54:28, with 5:32 to spare. The dream, finished, on the Big Island.

  • June 2014Ironman Coeur d’Alene, Idaho DNF

    Heat hit 115 degrees on the same course. I walked off it for my own safety. Three months later I set my personal best at Chattanooga.

  • Sept 2014Ironman Chattanooga, Tennessee

    My personal best over the full distance.

  • Aug 2015Ironman Mont-Tremblant, Québec DNF

    Raced it ill and did not get to the end. Four weeks later I was in the water at Lake Monona.

  • Sept 2015Ironman Wisconsin, Madison

    Lake Monona at dawn — the calm before the storm.

  • June 2018Ironman Cairns, Australia

    On the beach at the swim start with my sherpa, near the Great Barrier Reef.

  • April 2019London Marathon

    There is always an opportunity for a selfie, even on Tower Bridge.

— The evidence

Every shirt, one blanket

A quilt sewn from race shirts: Ironman finishes, 70.3s, marathons and a World Bicycle Relief jersey
Eleven years of start lines, sewn together — and the World Bicycle Relief shirt in the middle of it, which is the part that matters most.
A framed set of Ironman bike-stem number plates, with the Kona World Championship plate from October 2013 beneath them
The bike-stem plates, framed under the only instruction that ever mattered. The one at the bottom is Kona, 12 October 2013, number 0479.
— Inspiration

Three people who moved the line

Every time I decided something was impossible, somebody else was busy doing it. Sister Madonna Buder, racing Ironman into her eighties. Chris Nikic, the first athlete with Down syndrome to finish one, one per cent better at a time. Hector Picard, racing without arms.

None of them made my day easier. All of them made my excuses smaller.

Bill Best on the run course at Kona, 2013
Aliʻi Drive, Kailua-Kona
October 2013