First and foremost, I’m a dad who loves his son. I’m also a dad who could have done better and can only do my best from here on out.
I haven’t had any contact with my son since 12/15/2017. In November of that year, I walked away from what had become a counterproductive- and ultimately unwinnable- legal battle. I was very concerned that my son would assume I had walked away from him, too.
I couldn’t do that- even if I wanted to. My son and my sobriety are the best things that ever happened to me, and I will never give up on either. After a few weeks of hand wringing and self-pity, the obvious occurred to me. I was literally surrounded by opportunities to show my son that I haven’t given up on him. I just had to pick something hard. Something that would require a lot of time and determination. Moreover, something that I couldn’t be certain I could pull off, no matter how much I had prepared. Then I would have to do it.
No one questions the difficulty of completing an Ironman. It starts with swimming 2.4 miles, then 112 miles on a bike, followed by a full marathon of 26.2 miles. And every leg has a cutoff time that keeps you racing for the finish line. I’m hardly the first alcoholic to turn to triathlon in recovery, but following on the heels of people like Rich Roll isn’t anything to be ashamed of, as far as I’m concerned. So on 11/18/2018- the day my son turns 14- I’ll be attempting my first full Ironman in Cozumel, Mexico.
So who am I? My name is Wil Sinclair. I’ve been many things. No doubt I’ll be many more before I’m done with this world. But right now I’d say I am Irondad more than anything else, and there’s nothing I’d rather be.