After a long drive from Perth, I walked into a bar on the waterfront in Albany and scanned the room for my husband. It had been a long 3 weeks since I had seen him and for some reason I was nervous. Eventually my eyes fell on a scruffy man, much thinner than my husband I remembered. He smiled broadly at me and waved and I calmly made my way to him with tears welling in my eyes and managed to keep myself together as he embraced me. Finally.
We’ve spent much time apart over the years as he’s travelled for work but it never felt this long. 3 weeks ago Grant, his cousin and brother-in-law started their pilgrimage from Mundaring to Albany on the Munda Biddi Trail. A stretch of 1,000 km’s, the Munda Biddi is a undeveloped off road cycling trail ride that I hear can be as brutal as it is beautiful.
We met them in Albany on Friday and listened to their stories of what happened and decided to stay for the AFL Grand Final (which didn’t work out as we hoped) but nothing could dampen their spirits and I can’t tell you how proud I am of them all. You’d think he’d take a break but Grant will now continue his training for the Noosa Triathlon that we’ll be at next month and no doubt he will astound me again with his quiet perseverance and I will be waiting at that finish line for another embrace and feeling eternally grateful for having such a man as my husband and best friend.