Growing up my little brother had a lot of energy! We used his energy to our advantage, asking him to get things for us or do things for us paired with "I'll time you Justin!" We would then count very loudly and he'd run like crazy. On his return he'd ask, "how much?" I remember often answering 6. Not minutes, not seconds. Just 6. He didn't know how much was how much anyway. He was happy as long as we added, "that was really fast."
He grew up, but his energy didn't go away. He continued to run. The distance just kept getting longer and longer. And today I realized something. I'm still timing him! I've watched him finish short races, marathons, triathlons and on Sunday his crossed the finish line of Ironman Wisconsin -- 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike, and 26.2 run. He finished looking strong and happy.
And I timed him!
I'm so proud of his accomplishment. So proud of his dedication. And so proud he will finally be able to spend more time with us!
Photos to follow soon as soon I return from Wisconsin!
About a boy. And his mom. And photography. And the occasional sentence fragment.
2 comments:
What a great story, Katrina! Congratulations to your brother for his wonderful finish at Ironman!
That was great story Katrina, tears again, but remember you would say "run Justin run" that commemt sure stuck lol.
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