For me there are two very big days this year in July and August: July 13th is 10 years since I survived a near fatal attack of viral meningitis and August 19th is the date of my first half ironman triathlon in aid of the Meningitis Trust (if you'd like to donate you can do so here tinyurl.com/cn8prd5 anything is welcome as it supports this amazing charity).
July 13th passed this year with me, for the first time, not even thinking about the previous ten years which saw me move from struggling to stand upright, string a sentence together and being told to take an extended break from anything other than light exercise. My focus this year is conquering something else entirely, something I have been training for since October 2011, something I have always wanted to do but didn't think I could.
July 2002 was without doubt a life changing month for me. Very few people at 39 think they're going to die let alone come very close to it and then have to rebuild something that you took for granted before.
Then the bombshell from my neurologist that I would have to wait for the after effects to die down before I could even think about being a triathlete again. So the natural question 'how long do you think that will be'.........FIVE YEARS? Did you say FIVE YEARS? I swear you could hear the sound of tea being sprayed around the hospital (I had BUPA) as it dawned on me that no only had I nearly died, could barely walk, found making a coherent conversation difficult but it could be five years before I could take part in a triathlon again. Still it wouldn't be five years before the side effects settled down, I'd be OK and the neurologist said it they were still there after five years I was stuck with them. Ho hum nah I'll be OK.
You'd be surprised how five years goes by and I was still stuck with them, not too many details required but I can't eat chocolate without triggering a violent headache, I can't drink alcohol and I have Mollaret's Meningitis. I did toy with the idea of starting a support group for people that can't drink, I could start the meetings with ' Hi I'm Jonathan and I'm a non-alcoholic' but I'd only attract drunks looking for somewhere warm to sleep.
So I can't eat chocolate and I can't drink alcohol so what else can I do? How about find a way of completing 70.3 miles under my own steam in one day on my own without any outside help. Yeah that'll do it, clearly the VM had affected my mental capabilities much more than I thought. As my eldest daughter so succinctly put it 'You're going to celebrate dying by almost killing yourself' and ye'p that's pretty much it. So at 7.00 a.m. on August 19th 2012 in a river in Cambridgeshire I'm going to start a 1.2 mile swim because 10 years ago I couldn't even get out of bed, then I'm going to get out of the river and run (oh OK walk) to my bike, get on and ride 56 miles then when I get back set out on half marathon run. I know now that having waited five years to re-start my journey to fitness after another five years I'm going to do something with it even if I do end up staggering around and feeling very very tired. Full circle in ten years, not bad going that one, not bad going.....