IronKamm

Last Monday, I received a package in the mail. It was from my oldest sister.
Inside was a wristband. Which I immediately put on my wrist and did not
remove, even for one second, until this morning at about 12:30am.

You see, this wristband was what my sister decided to order for all of the siblings
in my family, in support of our brother, Kamm, who would be running his first
Ironman race. The band told him that we believed in him, had the initials of all eight
of his siblings and also, just for fun and because he loves to say it, "Suck it up!!"

Fast forward to Saturday morning. I don't usually spend too much time on the computer on
Saturdays, they are always busy at our house. But this Saturday, I spent every free second
I had sitting in front of my computer screen. Staring at live video that looked something like
the above. And texting anyone who was there, watching my brother compete, in person.

And then, just after midnight my time, this guy appeared on the screen.
He had swam 2.4 miles, biked 112 miles and than ran a marathon.
And I sobbed as I watched him cross the finish line.

My brother.

My hero.