Kicking off our Runitlikeadad series is Joseph Faraoni, a new dad to Enzo whose super powers are getting stronger every minute. Read on to learn more about Joe and the origins of his powers, his sources of inspiration, and why you should see him if you’re in the market for a new bag.
Joe’s Runitlikeadad Run-Down:
* I have one son, he’s ten weeks old.
* I work at a small sports cable network in Bristol, CT. Have you heard of it? ESPN?
* Right now I’m recovering from a groin injury (it’s not what you think, our son was created with no injuries involved). If it weren’t for that, I’d ride my bike to and from work. I enjoy yoga. Remodeling our house can be pretty physical. So, those things.
* My giant muscles look so average these days. I hit 30 and it all went down hill. For real though, to get back on the bike. I’d like to do my first century (100 mile ride) this summer but we’ll see. I want to hit the weights again and start back up on this Boot Camp Class they have at work. I can’t wait for Enzo to hit the wrestling mat with me, this is my real long term goal.
* There are a few funny things that Enzo does that make me laugh…
1) Enzo actually talks a ton. Usually just lots of cute-as-heck noises. We talk back and he continues his non-sensical conversations but honestly, who are we to judge. I think when he really begins talking we are in trouble. Takes after both his mom and dad. We talk a lot and we’re loud. He fits right in.
2) It makes me laugh when he cries… maybe its a coping mechanism and Marisa gets mad at me but I guess it’s better than yelling at him.
3) This make me laugh – Enzo has made me see the world so differently. When out in public I can’t help but think that every guy I see has most likely peed on his own face. Brilliant!
* If I were stranded on an island with my son I would bring:
1) Lola, our dog. She’s not really good for anything, but I couldn’t see us there without her.
2) Endless supply of Diapers or a decent shovel. Enzo poops and pees so much. Seriously, this kid!
3) Vitamix. Assuming I can plug it in or power it somehow. I heard it can blend anything. Think about that for a second, blend anything on an island. Genius.
* Favorite indulgence? I have too many. I think Marisa will read this at some point and she shouldn’t know them all. If I had to share a safe indulgence, I’d have to say bags. Not like grocery bags, like camera bags, backpacks, etc. I love sleek efficient bad ass bags. I can’t help it. I ordered myself a sweet “Dad Bag” when Enzo was born. If you need assistance in purchasing a bag I suggest you reach out to me. I can help, I take payment in bags.
Growing up I knew I was destined to be a super hero. As a kid I loved watching super hero movies and perusing comic books. Come to think of it, at 31, I still do. Don’t judge! It’s no worse than any of the Real Housewives series (which you might catch me watching too). Watching mutant humans, men of steel fly, and Batman saving Gotham made me wonder where my superhuman strength was. What the heck?
I watched my father with his superhuman strength and abilities as a child. Erecting rooms with his hands, making cars and dirt bikes come to life with his magical touch, even hand-standing on skateboards. Growing up, I was in awe. He would leave in the morning, come home at night exhausted and have time to cook, provide us with everything we asked for and more. He would goof with us and occasionally take my brother and I on adventures Mom might not have approved of.
On March 28, 2014 I finally became the Superhero who my dad taught me that I had the potential of being.
My super powers were a little overwhelming at first. It took some getting used to. The learning curve was far greater than any of the books I had attempted to read before that miraculous day. No one warned me about how difficult making the transition from normal human to super human would be. I’m taking it one day at a time. The lasers, speed and crushing strength I’ve held at bay. That is until this week.
This past Monday was the first time I tried my super powers while flying solo. Mommy went back to work and I got to be Dad to Enzo, my 10 week old son. I wasn’t necessarily scared, but I was fearful of the unknown. Who wouldn’t be? Dad left at home while Mom returned to society with her own superhuman traits at bay (until she gets home). It’s exhausting and amazing to use the full-potential of my super powers. Wiping a butt and changing diapers like the Flash, vacuuming while holding coffee and a kid strapped to my chest as I’d imagine Spider Man doing, and at times holding frustration in like Bruce Banner holding back Hulk from an untimely appearance. Dad, Smash! Needless to say, the house is still standing and no one was hurt. No need to call the National Guard, I got this.
As I learn my way on this incredible path I’ll remember the things my dad did with me, taught me, showed me. I hope to be a sliver of all the super men I look up to – for Enzo.
My dad, my grandfather, uncles, friends, mentors, coaches, all super heroes. Thank you. Let me not forget all the amazing women in my life who have always kept me from turning to Hulk and without them I, we, would have no super powers at all. To my wife, Marisa: Thank you for allowing me to become the super hero I always knew I could be. It was you I needed to make me super human all along.
I have yet to come across my kryptonite but when I do I’ll be ready to battle. For Enzo’s sake. I still don’t know all of my powers… I’m still learning and harnessing them, much to the dismay and wonderment of my amazing wife. Does telling corny jokes count? I do know that Enzo doesn’t know all my strengths and may have witnessed but doesn’t quite understand my weaknesses. This character has a lot of development to be had. This is merely issue No. 1 of a long series. I can only hope the example I display for him has the impact my super hero Dad had on me.
For now, all he needs to know is that when he shines that Bat Signal in the sky (or in his room) I’ll be there as fast as I can.
To all the super humans out there… my hats off to you.