My road to redemption

“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail.” – Confucius

In my fitness journey, the most defeated I have ever felt was nearly one year ago, Sept. 23, 2018.

It’s the day I attempted my second half marathon in Celina. I succumbed to the record-breaking heat, suffered unbearable cramping in my lower legs and needed to be helped across the finish line.

Because of the unpredictable weather in September, I told myself I would never run the Grand Lake Half Marathon again. Instead, I would simply focus on one half marathon a year, May’s OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini-Marathon, for which I have now completed twice.

But since setting a new — albeit disappointing — PR this past May, I’ve had little to no motivation to run. At the time of this posting I’ve ran a total of 14 times for a mere 47.55 miles since May 5.

Only one of those runs had any sort of purpose.

I’ve also put on as many as 12 pounds since then and generally felt horrible. It’s definitely true that when you look good you feel good, and lately I haven’t had much self-confidence because I wasn’t doing as well in terms of dieting and exercise as I had in the past.

Needless to say, I’ve been slacking. Part of that, however, was a result of our two-week vacation to Ireland.

Simply put, though, I’ve had absolutely no motivation to run and there’s a reason why.

I’ve got “nothing” to work toward.

I am not training for a race. I’m not attempting to defend my age group title in the Run Jay County 5K Circuit (I’ve missed too many races already to qualify).

There’s been no reason to run.

Until now.

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Column: Line Drives — Keep an eye open for runners

[This is my column in the Oct. 13 issue of The Commercial Review.]

There are less than seven months to go until my half marathon.

I wrote last month that August wasn’t the greatest in terms of my training. At least, it didn’t feel that way, as I logged 52.16 miles during those 31 days.

Compared to September, the previous month was much better.

I managed only 35.4 miles in September. That just includes time spent on the road or on a treadmill; it doesn’t account for the distances ran while playing softball or basketball a handful of times a week.

But, in September I did run my fastest time for a 5K race — I completed the Hudson Family Park 5K on Sept. 10 in 29 minutes, 56.9 seconds. Slightly more than two weeks later I ran 2 miles in under 20 minutes for the first time.

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New Me Journey — Another milestone

I’m really not even sure how to start this.

There’s so many emotions going through my head right now.

It’s been eight months.

For eight long months, I’ve pushed myself to become a better person.

For eight long months, I’ve changed my eating habits.

For eight long months, I’ve challenged myself physically.

And for eight long months, I’ve been challenged mentally.

Eight months after I truly began this New Me Journey, I’ve passed many milestones along the way.

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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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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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