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.
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.
[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.
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.