New Me Journey — My first 10K

I had it in my mind for the better part of a month that I wanted to run a half marathon.

I just didn’t tell too many people.

A few days ago, though, I wrote a column about it, setting my goal for the Indy Mini on May 6 in Indianapolis.

I’m giving myself more than enough time to train for it, given the race is nine months away. I want to work my way up to being able to run 13.1 miles. I know physically it will be a challenge, but also mentally as well.

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Column: Line Drives — Mind is set on a mini

[This is my column in the Aug. 4 issue of The Commercial Review.]

“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.” – Dean Karnazes.

Seven months ago, I struggled to run a mile.

Now, the same distance requires less effort.

Over the course of 2016, I have made a handful of lifestyle changes. I’m eating a lot better, I am working out a lot more and I am running more than I ever have in my life.

As a result, I’ve dropped more than 50 pounds.

My next challenge involves running, too.

I want to run a half marathon.

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New Me Journey — “The only place success comes before work is in the dictionary.”

What a whirlwind it’s been.

When I started his journey Jan. 1, I had one goal in mind, one that I had nonchalantly been chasing and hoping to reach for almost two years.

That goal: to reach 230 pounds.

Now, nearly seven months ago I was just north of 281 pounds, so I knew it would take a lot of work to lose 51.

Early on the weight kept falling off. I surpassed 270, then 260. Before I knew it I got below 254, which was the lowest my weight I had been in my adult life.

At that pace (albeit I had some bad days here and there, I still do) I figured reaching 230 would be no problem.

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But first, let me take a selfie…

Prior to the start of the 2016 Jay County Fair (which ran from July 9 through July 16), I announced that I wanted to do something a little different than I had in the past.

This was my fourth time covering the far for The Commercial Review, and each year I have enjoyed it more and more; the 4-H shows, capturing photos of people enjoying the Midway rides, eating fair food and of course, the nightly entertainment at the grandstand.

In 2013, my first time at the fair, I hardly knew a soul. I was brand new to Jay County — I had only been around a couple weeks — so my time there was difficult. I didn’t know what the hell was going on with the 4-H shows and I didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t a fun experience.

But with each passing year, the number of people I knew — and saw — at the fair increased, as well as my knowledge of the wonder that is 4-H.

So before this year’s edition of The Great Jay County Fair, I had an idea.

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New Me Journey — The only constant is change

Now that things have for the most part slowed down at work, I can return to writing in this blog.

I had written in a previous post that it was sometime in March when I visually saw for the first time that my body was changing.

Sure, by then I had already tightened my belt a notch or two, but I never paid much attention to what my body actually looked like.

I happened to catch out of the corner of my eye my profile reflecting back at me in my bedroom mirror.

It confirmed what the extra notch on my belt had suggested, I was getting thinner.

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New Me Journey — It’s become fun to run

[This doubles as my column in the May 19 issue of The Commercial Review. I’ve added some more at the end to update since the column was published.]

For a vast majority of my life, the extent to which I ran took place on a softball diamond.

It was generally from one base to the next, maybe even two at a time. If I was lucky, I may even be able to run three bases.

And, if my teammates hit it far enough, I could circumnavigate the infield without fear of being tagged out and greet the guy at home plate with a high five for allowing me to strut around the base paths.

In short, I’m not a runner.

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New Me Journey — I will not be defined by a number

It’s kind of funny how we change as we get older; hold on to some insecurities and let go of others.

I used to be insecure about my weight — more specifically, talking about my weight.

Now, it is no big deal.

More than four months into this New Me Journey version 2.0, I have indeed become a “new me.” I’ve lost more than 30 pounds (that number almost reached 40, but I will touch on that later) and I fit into clothes I never thought I’d be able to wear again. I guess it’s a good I hang on to things.

I once weighed 301 pounds. At this moment, I’m 246.4.

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