As a journalist, I am privileged to hear many stories.
There are heart-warming stories of goodwill and generosity, troubled tales of woe and hardship, and some that fill you with admiration.
So it was with a touch of awe that I wrote about a woman attempting to swim 2km, bike 90km and run 21.1km for the first time at the annual Iron Maori event.
Her whanau had talked her into doing the bike leg of the race back in 2010. She was unfit and overweight at the time. A friend lent her a bike and a helmet, and she started training. The weight just fell off her.
Spurred on by her cycle leg, she tackled the full race the following year.