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Dream Big…

By on July 13, 2012

We all drift away at certain times of the day to a place we dream of, a fantasy place… I used to dream of holding a guitar and singing to thousands of people under the lights of Riverbend amphitheater in Cincinnati. I used to watch bands play there and it was inspirational to witness it and that was my day dreaming place in my mind…

As time went by I started getting older and before I knew it life happened and it was obvious that I would never be up on that stage. So I sort of lost my “happy place” and I really didn’t day dream anymore, I stopped dreaming big… Then more life happened… And more… And more… Dreams were not really possible anymore, just one survival instinct “take care of my son”…

Along that way something happened, a moment of clarity, a moment of realization. One day out of the blue I said “I want to be an ironman”… I started dreaming again, living again, hoping again, seeing again, smelling again, tasting again… Strange, I know..

Here is my dream now… I’m at mile 18 of the ironman marathon run, I’m suffering, I’m burning up, blowing up, I’m shot… I imagine my son, my family, and my friends at the finish line. I dig deep, push on, and suffer to the finish line. I see them in the distance, I see my son Boston, I see the finish line, I hear my name, I here those words “Dustin Hinton, you are an ironman” and on that day, that time, that place, I am something more than myself… I am not just a father, a brother, a son, a grandson, and a friend, but at this moment I am the ironman…

This is my dream… I hope the ironman gods allow me through those gates… I respect this race, I’m scared shitless of this race, and of the unknown… But I think THAT is what keeps me DREAMING BIG!!! The ironman has healed my wounds, sent lightning through my veins, jump started my heart and burning desire again… If and when I cross that finish line it will be my true Phoenix moment…

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