It goes without saying that I love my son, but only in the last year have I really started enjoying his company. It sounds bad but it’s not. Before, it was me watching and entertaining him 24/7, But lately I think its him entertaining me more then I him. Here are some moments I enjoy the most.
When Ethan and I get into our bubble it’s unbelievably fun. It’s a licence for a 30 year old man to be silly and uninhibited. And sense the age of four we have so much more in common. One of the happiest days for me since he was born was his migration from Elmo (not a fan) to superheros. The conversation we have are the funniest.
I’m a Superhero
As a father I have someone who truly looks at me like a superhero, I can kick anyone’s ass and practically do anything. Example, I’ll never forgot this as long as I live. I was recorded a movie review podcast and during the break my son came and sat on my lap so I playfully put the headphones on him and my co-hosts started asking him questions, one of the questions was “who is your favorite superhero”? and without pausing he said “my daddy”. My heart melted and assured me that no one will ever believe in me as much as he does.
My favorite part of being a father is watching my son grow and learn. I love being a witness to all his new lessons and discoveries. It is super scary sometimes to realize how big a part I play in the choices he makes and how he turns out as a man. But I’ve learned to love the pressure because as long as I try my best to do right by him I know he will be proud of me.
So late Friday after work I rushed down to Candlestick Park to pick up my packet which included a t-shirt, a bag of powder to throw at the post race party, a headband, a race day wristband and of course the racing number.
After I picked up my swag we headed to the Millbrae Pancake House a cafe diner place my girlfriend loves so I could do some carbo-loading. Afterwards straight home to bed.
Woke up early had a bite to eat and headed back out to Candlestick park. There were two race times at 8am and 1am, and naturally I chose 1pm mainly because it was my first time and I really didnt want to be up at 5am on a saturday morning.
It was packed…..so many awesome friendly happy people. I have to admit I was taking the run a little to seriously which means there wasn’t a smile on my face because I was focusing on what I was about to do even though I knew the race wasn’t timed and is considered a “fun run”, but it being my first time I wanted to focus and run a good race. But after an hour of everyone around me dancing and knocking around beach balls I loosened up a bit and the smile slowly came back.
At 1:10pm they raised the flag and me being in the first wave was out the gate in less then 20 seconds.
The run was pretty straight forward, other then the fact that every half mile you get blasted with a powder, it was pretty awesome! Each stop was a different color so when you get to the finish line you’re multi colored from head to toe.
I finished the run in about 25mins which is pretty good for a 6’3′ 225lbs guy running a 5K.
At the finish line there where the supporters and staff handing out bars and water, I found the girls and headed inside the open area color party.
After taking my After picture we headed over to a stage with a DJ getting the party started, we couldn’t take late so I got the idea to throw my bag of powder on the girls so they would fill included in the rainbow.
Even Cobie got colored!
All in all I had blast, the only thing I was missing was Arielle running next to me and a crew of friends that I should have had come. 2013 I will be out with everyone in force and it’s going to be a legendary Color Run to remember.
So I was invited by a very good friend whose family owns a couple bike shops to march or rather ride in our local parade. So I called me parents who are the cyclist in the family to bring the bikes down so we can ride.
My dad and I being biker boys
My mother got to ride in a car like she was running for President.
Yup! that’s my ass.
We had a blast, and I plan on doing it again next year….what can I say I love to be seen.