“You’ll have to let me know how you do,” she said, hours before I was set to take the longest run of my life.
“I’ll tell you right now: ‘It sucked, my legs hurt and the 13.1 is gonna be brutal,'” I replied.
Occasionally, I can be prophetic.
This was one of those times.
[This is my column in the March 16 issue of The Commercial Review.]
I played baseball for nine years. I was a football player for six more.
But I didn’t make it to my junior year of high school in either. I had a few things I wanted to do academically as well as enter the workforce. The fact I had an all-state kid who started in front of me in both sports didn’t necessarily make me want to keep playing.
It’s a decision I regret to this day. We always wish we could go back and change the past, thinking “What if?”
My decisions to quit baseball and football, my two favorite sports that I still love to this day, were difficult to make.
Thankfully however, those decisions were not based on one thing that I fear has been plaguing me lately in training for May’s Indy Mini: burnout.
“Running from the past, toward a better future … one step at a time.” – me
On the last day of August, I wrote that I had reached a milestone of hitting the 60-pound mark for total weight lost.
Here I am, with 30 days later, with more good news:
Chalk up another 10 pounds.