Iron Maori and the Mongrel Mob both held their respective events recently. In public perceptions, both organisations are poles apart; one carrying the hopes, excitement and aspirations of whanau, while the other the same, but from totally separate starting points.
The commonality though, is that they are all our whanau.
The Quarter Iron Maori proved again that, given the right incentives, whanau would turn out in the droves, swimming, biking and running, but most important of all, smiling and laughing with, and at, each other.
And it wasn't exclusively Maori either, as many Pakeha are now competing in this triathlon "with a difference".
One of them said to me that, before he dived in for the swim, the tane next to him, four times his size, said, "Hey bro, good luck, you look like a gun swimmer, so can you grab us some pipis for the whanau while you're at it?" For each of the 2000 or so participants, three or four other whanau members were there in support, making the number around 8000 or so. My two mates own HB Seafoods and the Bluewater Hotel respectively, and this is their second biggest weekend of the year.