FINAL CHAPTER: You Are an Ironman. You Are a New Age Sport Racer.

It’s time to close the circle.
A journey that began more than a year and a half ago, with one idea in mind and one clear goal: to cross that finish line, cover every single meter, and conquer that red carpet.

Since January, the numbers tell part of the story:
+650 km running,
+4600 km biking,
+70 km swimming.

But numbers alone can’t explain what it really means to prepare for an Ironman.

“When you think of an Ironman, you think of the distances, the fatigue, the toll on your body. But the truth is that during those 10 hours, you’re not just feeling your legs… you’re reliving every training session, even the ones you didn’t want to do. And most of all, you’re thinking about the people who shared the journey with you.”

7:50 AM – race zone. The buzz fades. Everything stops for a moment.
The announcer says the line every triathlete knows:
“Without your friends, without your family… there is no Ironman.”
A chill down the spine. It begins.

8:15 AM – dive into the sea.
Cold water, choppy waves. The ocean shakes your thoughts, but your mind stays still. 4 kilometers to conquer.
The swim flows by smoothly, no drama.

Time for the bike. 180 km. Goal: just over 5 hours.
Pedal after pedal, the clock shows 5:06.
Perfect.

Then comes the marathon. Final transition. The mind is clear, the body still holding, but the legs are starting to feel it.

"It’s just a marathon"

He tells himself. 42 km to go.
The first 8 km feel good, strong pace, focused head. Then comes the inevitable dip. The 8 hours of effort start to weigh heavy.
Halfway through. 21 km left.

The pace drops: from 4’20” per km to 5’30”.
But it doesn’t matter anymore.
At that point, you’re not running with your legs. You’re running with your heart.

"The only thing that matters is that red carpet. The cramps, the stomach pain, the exhaustion… you leave it all behind. Because you didn’t train for a year and a half to stop now."

The final 10 km are a battle.
Not physical. Mental.
The voice inside says “stop”.
But something deeper keeps pushing.

And then, finally, the bell rings. The signal.
The announcer locks eyes with you. The crowd cheers. The lights grow brighter.
And that moment arrives — the one you’ve dreamed of a thousand times:

"Mattia, You are an Ironman. You are a New Age Sport Racer."

We’ve seen the struggle.
We’ve talked about training without motivation.
We’ve learned that the real limit is not in the body, but in the mind.

And today, this journey comes to an end.
Only to start again.

This is NASR. This is the clan.
Built for the journey. Not just for the finish line.