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W
e all know Chrissie Wellington as a three-
time Ironman world champion, the iron-
distance world record holder (8:18:13),
the Ironman world record holder (8:33:56)
and the course record holder in Kailua-Ko-
na, Hawaii (8:54:02). But few of us know
who Wellington is as a person. Her fame
has come so fast and furiously, getting to know the girl behind the glory
has taken a backseat to acknowledging her
many achievements. In fact,Wellington
has never been the subject of an in-depth
magazine profile.
Recently,Wellington granted me access
to a number of her closest acquaintances,
and I shared a marathon heart-to-heart
session with the icon herself, helping me
to uncover the off-course, off-camera
Chrissie. And I can attest, while she’s as
obsessively driven and outrageously suc-
cessful in other aspects of her life as she is
in triathlon, she’s also down-to-earth, at
times uncertain and even insecure.
Walk into the home that Wellington
rents with her boyfriend and fellow pro,
Tom Lowe, on Boulder, Colo.’s north
side and the first thing you’ll notice is the
fireplace mantel. On it resides a collection
of six greeting cards, inspirational missives
given to Wellington by caring confidantes
at various pivotal points in her life. One
gives reassurance for her 2007 decision to
quit a secure government job and make
the precarious leap to professional sports.
Another, a fierce “You showed them!”
following Kona 2007, refers to the team-
mates who shunned Wellington when she
first joined Brett Sutton’s TeamTBB train-
ing squad.Wellington carries the cards
everywhere she travels.
Wellington’s friend and family rela-
tionships are utterly core to her being,
and she expends massive amounts of time
and energy nurturing her connections
around the globe.
“As a result of living in so many cities in the U.K. and traveling to numer-
ous countries, Chrissie has met countless people,” said her mother, LinWel-
lington. “It never ceases to amaze us howshe manages to keep in touch.”
The three-time world champion is far more concerned with the go-
ings on in her friends’ lives than in spouting off about her own.
“When you see Chrissie—and sometimes it drives me slightly
mad—she bombards you with questions about you,” said Naomi Flood,
Wellington’s best mate from graduate school at the University of
Manchester. “She’s not one of these people who wants to talk endlessly
about herself,”
Matthew Wellington, Chrissie’s younger brother, agrees: “Pretentious-
ness and my sister are like chalk and cheese. It just doesn’t happen—ever.”
Georgina Cashmore, a former co-worker ofWellington’s and one of her
dearest friends to this day, summed up her pal’s sincerity by saying, “Chris-
sie will always make space for you in her life. If she says she will be there,
she will be there. If she can’t be there, she will tell you she can’t. She will
protect me beyond all else. She rightly ex-
pects the same in return and knows that no
matter what I will always love, support and
ground her. It is a no-fuss friendship—we
tell each other what we think even if it’s not
what the other wants to hear. She farts—I
tell her it stinks.”
I repeated Cashmore’s words to Wel-
lington, and her eyes welled up (despite a
burst of laughter).
“That’s touching to me more than
anything,” she said, “because it means
I’m doing something right. [It’s] sort of a
vindication of who I am—that I’m valued
as a friend, not just as a sporting icon.”
In a way, she hoards love and support;
she holds it close, almost in fear it might
slip away.
“Chrissie doesn’t do second in
anything—not as a friend, a daughter,
at work, in training or in competition,”
Cashmore said. “She takes second place
extremely personally and it rocks her to
the core to feel that she has failed in any
part of her life. Chrissie fears how her
actions will be interpreted or how they
will impact others, she fears not being
able to be true to herself and true to oth-
ers, but most of all she fears being away
from those she loves.”
The love Wellington cherishes is a two-
way street, however, even with those she
hasn’t met.
“Letters and e-mails and messages—I
save them all. I save every single message
that I get to my website,” she said. “Because it’s important.”
She replies to fans personally as often as possible.
Wellington’s heart stretches even wider when it comes to the chari-
table causes she supports—groups such as the Blazeman Foundation for
ALS, a nonprofit that seeks to find a cure for the fatal disease amyo-
trophic lateral sclerosis (or Lou Gehrig’s disease) that attacks nerve
cells in the brain and spinal cord; the KIDS Foundation, a nonprofit
dedicated to childhood injury prevention and recovery; and GoTRIbal,
which seeks to use endurance sports to empower women.
“She takes second place
extremely personally and it rocks
her to the core to feel that she
has failed in any part of her life.”
—friend Georgina Cashmore
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Instead, her intensity and passion were channeled first into academics
and then into her professional life. Eventually, this segued into athletics.
“I traveled through Africa, Asia and Australia. In Sydney, I started
to feel pretty unhealthy from all the eating and drinking I had done. I
remember not wanting to run because I’d go bright red, so I just started
walking,” she reminisced. “Then I entered the City to Surf 14K race. I
was very nervous; I’d done no training. In my diary I wrote,‘This is go-
ing to be torture. I’m going to go bright red. I don’t know if I’ll be able
to finish.’ It was 14K. I did it in 1:19 [a little over 9-minute-per-mile
pace] and I was exhilarated! So when I got back for grad school I ran
and swam to become healthier. Being an obsessive-compulsive person,
that grew quite quickly into exercising every day.”
Best mate Flood laughs when she remembers Wellington’s initial
foray into running: “She just kept running. It was a bit like Forrest
Gump. It wasn’t necessarily healthy. She didn’t
have good trainers. Her feet were cut to bits.The
blisters were phenomenal. It was really horrible at
one point, but she wouldn’t stop running. It was
kind of her way of focusing on something.”
Following her time at Manchester,Wellington
lived and worked in London, where she ran the
London Marathon as a fundraising event and
dabbled in short-course triathlon.
Tammy Nelson, a friend with whom Wellington
shared an internship selling charity Christmas
cards, recalled, “She did the marathon in 2002.
She did really well—she came in the top 100
women [83rd, in a time of 3:08:17, to be exact], which was pretty good
considering she was just doing it for fun and for charity. It was at that
point I realized she must actually be pretty good at sport.”
Disillusioned with high-level government bureaucracy and desiring
more hands-on development experience,Wellington took a sabbatical
to work in Nepal, where she helped to improve water and sanitation
conditions. She also improved her own endurance.
“There’s a town called Pokhara, 200K from Kathmandu [Nepal].We
wanted to go there for New Year’s Eve, so we mountain biked,” she said.
“It was me, the Nepali mountain bike champion and a few friends.We
set off at 7 in the morning, going and going and going, on these shit
roads, carrying our rucksacks. It’s friggin’ not flat. But I would not give
in. In the end it was only me and the Nepali mountain bike champ—
everyone else got on the bus.We arrived, had a shower and partied all
night long.That was quite epic.”
Her brother believes that she found her way into professional triath-
lon simply because she loved running and riding her bike.
“I reckon some Ironman athletes train from when they’re 12, 13
years old. Christine [he eschews her well-known nickname] was moun-
tain biking through the Himalayas only five or six years ago,” he said.
“She didn’t even know she was training for Ironman. If there is ever a
film written about Christine, it will be a hybrid of ‘Rocky’ and ‘The
Motorcycle Diaries.’‘Rocky’ because from early on she did this without
money, without sponsorship, without huge amounts of specific training.
Rocky came from nothing and trained in the woods lifting logs, whilst
Christine biked across Nepal. And the analogy to the Che Guevara char-
acter in ‘The Motorcycle Diaries’ is her freedom of spirit and her ambi-
tion to travel and see the world. And the two connected is brilliant.”
Eventually, the pull of competition proved irresistible, and after
Wellington’s belief in charity is something she harbored as a young girl.
“In 1986 [at the age of 9] Chrissie was watching a program on TV
that explained the plight of some people in Africa who needed urgent
medical attention,” said Lin Wellington. “Without hesitation, Chrissie
jumped up off her chair and announced that she was going to organize
a ‘bring and buy sale’ in our village, to raise money for those afflicted.
The result was that over 300 pounds was raised, which in those days
was quite a lot of money.”
The following year, she wrote a variation of the theater production
“Aladdin” and then persuaded her classmates to perform the piece before
a packed schoolhouse, announcing to the audience that it was a benefit for
victims of the famine in Ethiopia. She again raised a significant sum.
“My dream, even as a kid, was to make a difference in the world,”
Wellington said. “I remember being so disturbed by the images of
famine. I would just get incredibly saddened by inequality and suffering.
I try to say this in interviews now and I think it kind of sounds trite, but
I want my legacy to be more than any world record. Being a role model
for kids, being quite vocal about development and advocating for chari-
ties—it’s not to be a goody two-shoes. It’s not to pull a media stunt. It’s
because sport has power and as sports people we have a platform.That’s
really my motivational force.”
Early on Matthew Wellington noticed his sister’s desire to make a
mark on the world: “She could have been a physicist on the Hadron Col-
lider if she wanted. She could have been a hedge fund manager making
4 million a year. But instead she worked for the government and for an
NGO in Nepal.”
Indeed,Wellington’s original plan was to be a lawyer, but a two-year
stint traveling abroad opened her eyes to a new world, one in which
she felt compelled to champion the underprivileged. She received her
master’s degree in development studies from Manchester, then landed
a U.K. government job working for the Department for Environment,
Food and Rural Affairs that combined her academic aptitude with her
natural public-speaking savvy.While at DEFRA,Wellington represented
the U.K. at the United Nations World Summit on Sustainable Develop-
ment, wrote and advised on ministerial speeches for British dignitaries
including Prime Minister Tony Blair and DEFRA Secretary of State
Margaret Beckett, and spearheaded negotiations for the U.K.’s environ-
mental reconstruction policy in Iraq.
“What’s weird about my life now,”Wellington said, “is I had this
whole life beforehand that nobody really knows about. I suppose every-
one does—but it’s not like I was Macca [Chris McCormack], growing
up dreaming of racing Ironman. I didn’t watch Ironman Hawaii on TV. I
didn’t know it existed. I had never heard of it.”
“A feeling of superiority would be my own undoing.
It would breed complacency. I’m continuously
surprised by what I achieve. I think that in itself is
indicative of the fact that I’m not overly confident.
I’m fully aware—almost too aware—of my own
weaknesses.” —Wellington
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winning the overall title at the age-group world championships in
Lausanne, Switzerland, in 2006, Wellington gave herself a one-year
window to succeed as a professional athlete. That was all the time
her savings would allow. She sought the guidance of tough-love
triathlon coach Brett Sutton, who, through his controversial school-
of-hard-knocks approach, helped channel and calm the rookie’s
overwrought nature.
“Brett treated me like shit when I arrived. Like absolute shit,” stated
Wellington. “He went to great lengths to make me angry. He didn’t pay
any attention. He welcomed the fact that all the other girls hated me, be-
cause I was a threat. I’ve spoken to Brett since then. He knew I had some-
thing special, so the way he approaches that is to not make that person
feel special. He put me in a house with five guys and told them to steal
my food, throw things, be boorish, turn the music up—just to toughen
me up and make me into a friggin’ warrior. But I guess it worked.”
Sutton recognized Wellington’s strengths and weaknesses from the get-go.
“He said to me, ‘Physically, you’ve got what it takes to be a profes-
sional. Mentally, I’m going to cut your head off. Unless you get a rein
on your mind, you’ll never be a champion.’ And by that he meant my
propensity to stress, worry, overthink things, analyze and not relax. I
needed to learn how to switch off,” Wellington said.
Sutton is known for being blunt. Effusive praise is hardly his modus
operandi, as evidenced by the delivery of three short words following
Wellington’s first Kona victory: “Good job, kid.” But he would give his
disciple a lasting token that she still counts among her most prized pos-
sessions: a now-tattered copy of Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If,” containing
this famous refrain:
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
Wellington believes the verse is “about winning and losing, and seeing
them both as things that will make you stronger,” she said. “Like when
I raced Columbia [the 2009 Columbia Triathlon, where she finished
sixth], everyone said, ‘Oh, you had a terrible race.’ But I saw it also as a
triumph. I made big mistakes and learned from them. I don’t necessar-
ily see triumph as being synonymous with disaster, but it can be. If you
don’t build on success and use it properly and effectively, it can make
for disaster. It can foster greed, selfishness and arrogance. Sometimes,
for the most successful people, their success is also their downfall.”
While Wellington is obviously uncomfortable resting on the laurels of
any triumph, her accomplishments are fueled by a deep-seated fear of vic-
tory’s ever-threatening partner, disaster, more so than any natural talent.
“The school results would come out and she’d get A’s in everything,
whereas me and my brother would be lucky if we got one between us,”
said Tim Williams, Wellington’s cousin and close mate. “I don’t think she
was particularly more intelligent—she just learned how to study prop-
erly and applied herself, whereas the rest of us would piss about.”
Flood agrees: “Chrissie has loads of insecurities. I think that’s part
of the reason why she’s so amazing at what she does. She channels her
insecurities. That was definitely true academically. She was really fright-
ened of not being at the top, so she just studied and studied and studied
in order to maintain her position.”
Pal Nelson also feels that it’s Wellington’s fear of failure that ulti-
mately empowers her achievements.
“She has exceptionally high standards of herself,” Nelson said. “Not of
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other people, but of herself. I think her athletic achievements are much
more mind than physical strength. Her biggest competition is with herself.
If she thought for one minute that she wasn’t doing her absolute best, then
that’s what would disturb her much more than someone else beating her.”
Wellington’s failures have been few and far between, though always
tough to swallow.
“At the age of 16, Chrissie and a friend took part in a pool lifeguard
course. At the end of the course, they took the lifeguard test,” Lin
Wellington recalled. “When I collected them from the pool, they
both came out with faces like
thunder and I knew straight
away that they hadn’t passed.
On inquiring how they got on,
the reply was, ‘We failed.’ I
inquired as to the reason and
emphasized that they could take
the test again, to which Chrissie
replied, ‘It’s not the point. I’ve
never yet failed anything.’”
While living in Nepal, Wel-
lington befriended accomplished
alpinist Billi Bierling, a kindred
spirit with a love of all things endurance. The two women rounded up a
group of friends for another epic mountain bike adventure, this time an
870-mile trek from Lhasa, Tibet, to Kathmandu.
“There was one day,” Bierling said, “poor Chrissie was so sick with
giardia she could not cycle. I thought, ‘Oh my god, Chrissie must be
very, very sick indeed,’ because normally she would still have been on
her bike even if she was vomiting. But she couldn’t even hold on. She
was devastated. She cried. I mean it was one day and maybe 30K, but
she was absolutely devastated because it meant she wouldn’t complete
the entire 1400K without getting into a vehicle.”
And then there was Kona 2010. If one were to believe the whisper-
ings that overwhelmed the seawall on race morning, Wellington had
either (A) cracked under the pressure of the competition, (B) torn
her hamstring, (C) tweaked her back, (D) been pregnant, (E) suffered
from PMS or (F) been afraid to test positive for performance-enhancing
drugs—or any combination therein. In reality, she was simply physi-
cally ill. In fact, she was considerably ill, harboring a nasty mix of strep
throat, bacterial pneumonia and West Nile virus. While Wellington had
been in the spotlight long enough to know that with celebrity comes an
unavoidable share of cruel speculation and innuendo, she still took the
rumors quite personally.
“I was devastated not to be able to race and realize my poten-
tial. But I think quite quickly I was content with the decision I had
made—there really wasn’t any
other choice. But what was
most difficult was how it was
perceived by everybody else,”
she admitted. “I’d been world
champion for three years at
that point. Did people really
think that I’d have a nervous
breakdown? Did anyone truly
believe that I didn’t want to
get drug-tested? That’s what
hurt the most—the fact that
even one person had that reac-
tion. This is what I live my life doing. This is why I beast myself every
single day—to be on that start line.”
In hindsight, Wellington recognizes the no-win futility of her op-
tions that day.
“It’s kind of funny actually,” Wellington said. “I didn’t start the race
and I beat myself up. Cat [Catriona Morrison, a close friend of Wel-
lington’s who also felt ill just before race day] started, pulled out for
feeling like crap and she beat herself up. Dede [Griesbauer, another
close friend] had a subpar race, finished and beat herself up for that. So
all three of us opted for different routes yet we all berated ourselves for
the decisions we made.”
A moment later she added, “I always wonder, in a race, if I’ve dug as deep
as I need to go. When I’m out there I feel like I’m giving it everything, but
then I cross the line and I’m not taken off on a stretcher. Part of me wants
“Did people really think that I’d have a
nervous breakdown? Did anyone truly
believe that I didn’t want to get drug-
tested? That’s what hurt the most—the
fact that even one person had that
reaction.” —Wellington
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that. Part of me wants to be like Julie Moss, friggin’ crawling, totally spent.
I mean I almost feel—isn’t it insulting to people to see me back at the finish
line, laughing and bouncing around like I’ve just walked a 5K? But then the
desire to be back at the finish line overrides that thought. But I do wonder,
is there something I’m holding back in reserve?”
During her eternal quest for betterment, Wellington does hit some
rather humorous stumbling blocks—and they’re not exactly what one
might expect in contrast to her otherwise laser focus.
“Although she’s really intelligent, she has some very blonde mo-
ments,” confided cousin Tim Wellington. “Some of the simplest things
stop her in her tracks. Directions, left and right—that sort of thing.
Basic life skills. She’s quite messy. If she had jam on her toast the whole
house would be covered in it.”
Younger brother Matthew Wellington will tell you that she can’t drive.
“She crashed my mum’s car more than she drove it,” he said.
But Wellington has no qualms about admitting her faults.
“Oh it’s so true!” said Wellington, laughing. “That’s why they call me
Muppet. A muppet in the U.K. is a silly person. They say, ‘Oh, you’re such
a muppet.’ I just trip up all the time, or bash my head or walk into a lamp-
post. I’m very clumsy. I drop food all over the place. I mix up numbers.”
Indeed, Wellington flip-flopped the numbers in her street address,
sending me on a wild goose chase prior to our meeting. She also mistak-
enly told me she wears a size 9 shoe—I had offered to lend her a set of
heels for this magazine’s photo shoot. In reality, she wears a size 10.
I planned to lend her the shoes because Wellington is not a woman
who owns a pair of pumps. Quite likely, she thinks Manolo Blahnik
is some sort of Eastern European dictator. She rarely
invests in fashion.
“If you looked in Chrissie’s wardrobe, you’d still find
clothes that she had when she was at Manchester,” said Flood.
“She’s never been a shopper. That’s not her idea of a treat. It’s
a struggle. I got married three years ago and she was very
proud of herself because she managed to find a dress for 20
quid [pounds]. I was like, ‘Wow, well done. Thanks.’”
Wellington said she feels “innately guilty” if she spends
money on expensive dresses, adding that she’s always
done her shopping at charity shops.
“We went past a shop on Pearl Street in Boulder one day
and there was this stunning dress in the window,” Wellington
said. “I said to [boyfriend] Tom, ‘Oh, that dress is gorgeous!’ So
we went in and looked at the price tag and it was $200. $200!”
She practically ran out of the shop.
While Wellington may not be fashion-focused, like
most women, she grapples with body image issues.
“I’ve never been particularly confident in my
appearance,” said the woman whose chiseled phy-
sique graced ESPN Magazine’s 2010 “The Body” issue
and whose glamour shots for this article elicited a
resounding, jaw-to-the-floor “Wow!” from the Inside
Triathlon staff.
She hardly lacked confidence when she met Lowe,
though. The couple originally caught one another’s eye in
2009 at Club La Santa in Lanzarote, where both had trav-
eled to train. A bit of Facebook banter followed after they
returned to the U.K., and finally the two met face-to-face
at a triathlon industry trade show.
“I kissed Tom. I made the first move!” said Wellington, giggling.
A week later, she was leaving for her first summer season training in
Boulder and invited Lowe to her going-away party.
“I didn’t know anyone—I barely even knew Chrissie!” Lowe ex-
claimed. “There were 40 or 50 people at the bar. I turned up, said hello
and then barely spoke to her for the next four hours.”
Wellington says her ideal guy is someone who can fend for himself at
a party, and Lowe passed her test.
“It happened that the next day was Valentine’s Day, so we went out
for a meal,” Wellington said. “And then the next day my parents were
coming down to send me off. I said to Tom, ‘Feel free to say no, but I’m
going out to dinner with my mum and dad and brother. Do you want to
come?’ And he did. It was all rather condensed.”
The leap from “me” to “we” was not made lightly, however.
“I don’t think I ever felt something was missing, because my life was
so full and rich,” Wellington said. “Also, I’m picky. I wasn’t looking for
a one-night shag. I wasn’t looking for a casual relationship, and I just
didn’t meet anyone that I wanted to be with. And that was fine with
me because mediocrity is something I never aspire to in anything. Why
settle for Mr. Mediocre if you don’t have to?”
But then along came Lowe, whose even-keeled calm is a perfect bal-
ance to Wellington’s inner whirling dervish.
“To cede control and learn to compromise was initially quite scary,”
said Wellington. “But with Tom it just works. He makes me a better
person. I’m calmer. I’m more considerate. I don’t get as stressed about
little things like I used to.”
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Something Sutton said a few years back also helped Wellington gain a
better grasp on the concept of calm.
“It was just before I raced Alpe d’Huez in 2007. I’d gotten a new bike
and I wanted to take the computer off my old one, so I grabbed a knife
from the kitchen and started hacking at the zip ties. I just go at things
like a bull in a china shop and don’t really think. I’m a very impatient
person,” Wellington said.
The knife slipped, slicing the webbing between her thumb and fore-
finger, resulting in four stitches.
“Brett said, ‘You think these things happen to you by accident. They
don’t. They happen because you don’t take control of yourself. You’re
not deliberate in your actions.’ Since then, I’ve really tried. I’m not
perfect, but I’m better,” Wellington said.
For the record, Wellington went on to win that race, despite the stitched
hand, a crash over a road barrier and a punctured tire. The victory jump-
started her belief that she might be OK at this long-distance thing.
Three months later, the novice was preparing to race the Ironman
World Championship for the first time. But her introduction to triath-
lon’s holy grail was a far cry from a world-class athletic experience.
“I was sharing a little two-room condo [in Kona] with two other pros,
5 miles out of town up a 20 percent grade. I slept in a room with a
Spanish guy I’d never met. I was going to Safeway, carrying my shopping
in my rucksack, biking up this climb. It was really suboptimal prepara-
tion,” Wellington said, laughing. “My pedal broke two days before the
race but I was tight as a duck’s ass with money, so I didn’t want to buy
a new pair. I got someone to put it together with industrial glue. At the
expo I bought my TYR tankini. It was $70! I borrowed my teammate
Rebecca Preston’s shorts. Yeah, I really didn’t look the part. It was sur-
real. I didn’t know any better.”
Wellington surprised everyone watching the race with her win,
though no one more than herself.
“Going in, I wanted top 10,” she confided. “But when I won, I felt that
I didn’t deserve it. I thought, ‘What have I done?’ Like, how on earth?
This has happened by mistake, the girls have had a bad day, I’m not that
strong. Like someone would come along and say, ‘Actually, sorry. April
Fools’!’ As I was approaching Ali’i Drive on the run I thought, ‘Why is
everyone booing me?’ I heard the cheers, but I also heard booing. I seri-
ously thought they didn’t want me to win.”
In fact, the sound Wellington heard was of conch shells being blown
in celebration.
“It’s funny,” said Wellington, “I also remember thinking my hair
looked awful. I’ve always hated having my hair pulled starkly back.”
Toward the end of our chat, after talking about her countless accom-
plishments and countable failures, I asked Wellington if she considers
herself a confident person now.
“No, not supremely,” she said, her voice trailing off into the late
evening hour. “No more and no less than anybody else. I guess I’m
becoming more so. But confidence is acceptable to me, arrogance is
not, and I think it can be a fine line. If I were ever to be called arrogant
that would be deeply concerning to me. A feeling of superiority would
be my own undoing. It would breed complacency. I’m continuously
surprised by what I achieve. I think that in itself is indicative of the fact
that I’m not overly confident. I’m fully aware—almost too aware—of
my own weaknesses.
“I do think being with Tom has made me more confident and
more comfortable,” she continued. “And what I’ve achieved gives
me confidence, but just because I’ve won Ironman races and got
world records and stuff—I don’t know, it’s quite hard
to articulate actually. I want to be happy with me as a
person. Whether I do 8:18 or eventually break eight
hours or go 10 hours in an Ironman, for that matter,
that’s not going to make me any less or any more of
a person. I need to be confident not based solely on
what I achieve on the pitch, because it’s not going to
change the soul of who I am.”
While “If ” at times remains a question for Wellington—if she will at-
tain her own personal best, in every direction her passions drive her—
to those who know her well the only question is what comes next.
“I want to set Christine my own challenge,” Matthew Wellington
declared. “I want her to become the chess champion of the world. And I
reckon in six months she’ll do it.”
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