We’re entering a new season here at the Faulk house.
Three years ago, neither Wes nor I could run to the end of our street in Oklahoma. That street was less than a mile long, and it was all downhill. And at the time, Wes was still in his twenties. (I was not. But let’s not dwell on that.)
We said we’d run a 5K to get in shape. Then, it turned into a 10K. A half marathon. And finally a full marathon. I considered that last one all the challenge I’d ever need, but Wes kept pushing it with “Goofy Challenges” and “Dopey Challenges.”
I told him this past January, whilst hobbling all over Walt Disney World after 48.6 miles, that he should look into triathlons for a real challenge. It would be a new challenge for him, and since I don’t swim, it would give me a break. (Hallelujah!)
Once we got home, he jumped right in. He added swim days and bike days to what we were already doing for marathon training for spring races, and after three months, he rightly concluded that he could do a triathlon… and more. He had already signed up for a triathlon, then signed up for the half Ironman as an added challenge.
And yesterday, he signed up for the full Ironman. 2.4 miles of swimming, 112 miles of biking, and 26.2 miles of running.
I say that this is a new season for our whole family because we’ve seen with training for “just” a triathlon that Wes has been gone a lot. We know that it’s going to be a time commitment the likes of which we haven’t experienced in our marathon training. The girls are excited that he’s going to be an “I Run Man” and haven’t yet realized what that means about his free time. I’ve already realized that it means I have to be more intentional with my own time so that when he IS here, we can all four really be here together. Which is a great nudge no matter how you look at it.
All this said, we are SO EXCITED to see Wes reach this goal! After he registered yesterday, he told me, “Thank you. I know this is going to be a sacrifice for you, too.” And I told him, “Just come home, take your shirt off, and flex for me. That’ll be thanks enough.”
He said he’d be happy to do that. (He actually went ahead and did it right then, just to show me how appreciative he is. He’s good like that.)
So proud of you, Wes, and I CAN’T WAIT to see you cross the finish line next May!