Three years ago, dad became an Ironman in Taupo, about a month before his 63rd birthday.
He’d made a deal with some of the people he’d trained with, that if they all completed the Ironman, they would all get a tattoo.
And the others did.
So for Christmas 2015, I did what any good daughter would do, and got dad a tattoo voucher. Continue reading “Dad’s first tattoo”