Kicked in the teeth

Last weekend marked the third year in a row that I completely failed to follow through on one of my biggest life goals. The US Air Force held it's annual marathon / half marathon / 10k / and 5k last weekend in my hometown of Dayton. It's a big event that I've sworn repeatedly to compete in via the half marathon. This year seemed like it was going to be my year. This was supposed to be my crowning moment! So what happened?  Did I fight with injuries during training? What training? Did I fall short of a speed goal to make sure I could even finish it in the allotted time? I have no clue there... So... What the fuck happened?!?!?

Not a damned thing

Literally. I treated this as if it were really never going to happen. A pipe dream. I treated it the same way I treat every obstacle in my life... By ignoring it.

"Ignorance is bliss", right?  

My ignorance was staring me right in the face this morning though. Today was the Fort 4 Fitness half marathon here in Ft. Wayne. The route goes right in front of my house, so we decided to make up some fun signs and take the kids out to watch and cheer. 

It was a great time watching all these people run through my neighborhood ad everyone shouted motivational chants and gestures. Of course, I had the regret of not being one of them, but I think that's to be expected. I'm sure I was far from being the only one around with thoughts of, "I wish I could do that." You know what really drove the nail in for me though? This guy:

There he was, confined to a wheelchair. I can only assume that he has little use of his legs, but there he was speeding by my house in a race of thousands of people. I was impressed, to say the least. The craziest thing was the fact that he was so far ahead of most people. 

I had to take a step back for a moment...

What is my fucking excuse???

Seriously. What is it? 

Is it just something I can't do? Bullshit. Of course not! I've been stuck in this loop of excuses for so long that I have them prepared ahead of time for when I fail. I knew I was going to turn my life around this year. I knew I was going to lose a lot of weight over the summer and run a half marathon. But at the same time, I knew I was full of shit. It's that "full of shit" part that I can't seem to unload every time I start something. 

What am I going to do about this?  Usually I can talk it out in my head enough to make me temporarily believe that "last time" really was the "last time."  That has not proven to serve me well though. 

I try to share my thoughts here as honestly and openly as possible. It's not that I'm looking for people to pity me or support me or whatever people think when they read it. It honestly has been something for just me. I like to think that people read it and get something from it, but if not... Eh, I'll live.

But putting my thoughts to paper hasn't been quite as therapeutic as I had hoped. I think I need to use it more as a tool for collecting advice and help from others. I try to get motivation from within after each post. It just isn't working. I realize that I need help. I have no idea where to start though. 

This "journey" of mine to lose weight and get healthy is falling apart right before my eyes and I have no clue how to stop it! I'm reaching out to you, now, for help. I'm not sure what kind of help though. You tell me!

I'm done trying to psych myself up with motivational quotes and speeches. I need something tangible and sustainable. I can't keep putting on this fake smile and pretend that I'm doing ok. It's been a summer full of great high moments but they all feel like a complete waste if I can't finish what I started. 

I'm pretty sure this will be my last post on here until something in me changes for the better permanently. I'll still be around for those of you that actually know me. For everyone else, I want to say that I appreciate some of the nice comments you've left me. I know some of you have followed me from the beginning a few months back and have been hoping to see how it would play out. I'm not giving up... I'm just taking a break from pretending to be this guy that is trying to better himself. I want to be that guy, but wanting isn't enough anymore...