Father’s Day 2018 Recap and Reflection

CBUS Dads dad blogger Steve Michalovich enjoying some baby pool action over Father's Day weekend

Last week my wife and I debated whether Mother’s Day is a more significant holiday than Father’s Day. My argument is that it is. The basis for my argument derived from my time working at restaurants, where Mother’s Day was a huge draw, and Father’s Day brought in just the atypical summer Sunday crowd.

In our family, my wife has always gone above and beyond since we’ve had kids to make me feel special during this holiday. I’m a lucky guy. This year was no different, as she had some surprise plans in mind for the weekend.

Unfortunately as the weekend kicked off, my wife came down with a stomach bug that, oddly for mid-June, has been going around. Plans of church, brunch and patios as a family were put on hold, and Dad was left to lead the charge, as Mom nursed back to health.

Most parents reading this are all too familiar of the regular challenge of going from man-to-man defense to zone coverage. With two energetic little ones, being on your toes at all times is definitely a requirement.

Thankfully, this “daddy day” was wide open with no deadlines or obligations. We didn’t end up doing anything overly special: bike rides, #DonutSaturday, some baby pool action in the backyard. I try my best to cherish these moments as much as the vacations and big events.

CBUS Dads dad blogger Steve Michalovich taking his kids out for a bike ride
CBUS Dads dad blogger Steve Michalovich on a bike ride with his kids

Life happens. Plans sometimes have to fall through. In the game of parenting, I’ve learned in my nearly four years at it, it’s all about rolling with things and making the best of any situation.

By Sunday, my wife was thankfully feeling better, so we capitalized by spending some time together as a full family unit.

In the end, it was a memorable Father’s Day weekend, aside from my wife sadly being knocked off her feet for part of it. Brunches and gifts are great, but what I’ll remember most from this weekend was my day bonding and enjoying some simple time with my kids.

By Steven Michalovich, Regular Contributor

Dead Last Has Never Felt Like Such a Victory

My road to last place started on New Year’s Day.  Even though I wrote about the importance of being active, I wasn’t, and it ballooned (literally and figuratively) into a big problem.

I could blame running around with kids , driving to Athens and a host of other things. The fact is I wasn’t disciplined or accountable to me, my wife, the kids, or anyone else for that matter.

During one of those drives to Athens, I heard a podcast that addressed pain. Pain stinks. Pain is also inevitable. Would you rather be in pain waking up early in the morning and taking care of yourself or be in pain from the health challenges of inactivity and fear of not being there for your kids one day? One will happen. Which will you pick?

On 33 East near the Lancaster bypass, Project 200 was born. I was going to get to 200 pounds in 2018 for me, Leah, William, and everyone else who mattered in my life.

  • How much would I have to lose?
  • How long would it take?
  • How would I do this while still being the same parent to Leah and Will?

I had no idea.

The first question was answered on New Year’s Day when I stepped on scale. I needed to drop 60 pounds to make Project 200 a success. 60 pounds. Seriously, how did that happen?

The pain I felt from seeing that number motivated me to move; the pain of complex division then motivated me to open Excel. If I lost 1.2 pounds per week, I would meet my Project 200 goal in December. I had no clue how to lose 60 pounds (seriously, how did that happen). I thought I could find a way to lose 1.2 pounds per week.

Hello darkness my old friend.
I didn’t want to sacrifice time with the kids; so, my first plan to was to wake up an hour earlier and run. This plan stunk. I had no energy, could barely run a mile without stopping and felt terrible. That’s when a concept from Heather Whaling popped up on my feed and changed my perspective.

Design your day.
We live in a 24/7 world; make it your own. I still woke up early but worked for an hour instead. This freed up time in the afternoon to run and spend the same amount of time with Leah and Will. As an added plus, I also didn’t walk around like a zombie. My time with the kids has higher quality.

Weight started to come off, until our family trip to Disney where a combination of sugar, meat, sugar, beer, and more sugar erased my gains. I lost it. Then I went to LoseIt.

It’s 40 bucks a year, and I’m a cheap parent who would prefer to spend that money on Pokemon cards and Power Ranger accessories for the kids. I didn’t want to spend the money on me but realized the financial pain (which really isn’t that painful) was more tolerable than the number on my scale. Tracking what you eat makes you accountable. Being Type A hyper-competitive made me want to beat myself.

I quickly learned what to eat and not eat and realized my diet best resembled a grease fire inside of a dumpster fire. We pack healthy food for our kids daily. Why not do the same for ourselves? Changes took place. I didn’t stop eating food and rely solely on kale smoothies; I did make sure I ran a few extra minutes if I was going out for wings and beer because wings and beer are delicious. Nachos too.

Results started to show on the scale and clock; I started running longer and faster distances. The kids noticed and made sure I kept going. I could be better and healthier parent at the same time. Plus, results arrived in ways I didn’t expect.

Paying It Forward
I run faster with other people around; so, I started signing up for races. Project 200 helped support food pantries, breast cancer research and kids with Down Syndrome. Dads always complain about a lack of time. Racing helped me help others while helping myself.

It also gave me a chance to show Leah and Will how activities can help others. They saw kids with disabilities achieve and learned how cancer impacted our family. I even pushed Will for one 5K, and Leah (at 7) ran with me the entire way. Plus, both went to sleep on time that night. Double bonus.

Pounding Pavement
Project 200 is way ahead of schedule, but it’s not complete. The latest stop on the journey was a Thursday night 10k in Dublin. I beat my goal by 3 minutes and immediately went to a computer to see where I placed. The results were telling.

  • Dead last in my age range!
  • Next to last overall!

I had three immediate reactions. The first involved words I can’t use in this blog. The second was “Good for me.” Hundreds participated in the event. Less than 20 did the 10k. The final thought was how I needed to block a few hours to write a blog about this.

I haven’t told anyone about Project 200 prior to this post. Wife, parents, friends, kids, random strangers. Nobody. I was embarrassed with where I was and didn’t want anyone to know. That pain now motivates me to do more, and if it helps one dad think about ways to better himself, even better.

I always tell my kids the only race you ever really run is against yourself. Even though I finished dead last, Leah and Will said they were proud I finished. They listened to my advice. Shouldn’t I? I may have finished dead last, but when you considered where I started, this sure looks like a victory.

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-By Dan Farkas, Contributor