The Whistle

Today was my last race of the season...the Gloucester Triathlon. I was very happy with my time and place...40th overall out of about 800 athletes, but that wasn't the best part.

When we were kids playing in the neighborhood and it was time to come home we would hear my father whistle. It's a distinct, unique whistle so whenever I hear the sound I expect to look around and see my father. Today was different.

Last night I had asked my father if he was going to the race and he wasn't sure. Since my mother's passing last year he doesn't sleep as well. Sometimes he'll wake up in the middle of the night, watch tv and then fall back asleep. When this happens he may sleep in a bit, so I didn't know if he'd get up to Gloucester.

As most triathletes and spectators know the pre-race routine can be hectic and you're really focused on what you're about to do, so I wasn't thinking about my dad. The race started and when we excited the swim it was a long a run to the transition area. There were hundreds of people watching, athletes running to their bikes, basically chaos. I was focused on getting to my bike and then I heard it! The Whistle. I smiled immediately! I had no idea where he was, but I knew he was there. I heard it!

As I ran out of the shoot with my bike I heard The Whistle again, this time louder, so I knew he was close but I still didn't see him. I put my arm in the air with a thumbs up so he'd know I heard him.

When I came back from the bike and transitioned to the run I heard it again. This time I saw him and pointed at him as if to say, "Dad, I needed that". There he was with a smile on his face, cheering on his two sons.

The day ended well for my big brother... 25th overall. And the day ended well for me. I was very happy with the result, but the best part was The Whistle.

I love my father so much and he's a great guy. He made huge sacrifices for his family over the years including coming to American when he was 26 without knowing a word of English.
When my mother was at her worst because of the complications with Diabetes, he was at his best. My father Vinny is truly an inspiration for me and I am so thankful to have him as my father. Thank you Dad!

I know it will be an emotional moment in Lake Placid, but I can't wait to hear The Whistle.