Ever since I was a kid I have loved to play sports. I would play almost anything-even soccer. I remember summer days spent outside until the street lights came on playing baseball with a handful of kids, a bat and an old tennis ball. It didn’t matter what we were playing, I wanted to be the best and I wanted to win.
I still have that competitive fire in my belly (there’s ample room for that now). I still have a love for sports and will, given the opportunity, play anything I can (even soccer-but only if there’s absolutely nothing else to do). As my weight has climbed those ventures have become more difficult and fewer and farther between.
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to play a friendly game of softball (friendly meaning one in which my deteriorating skills will go largely unnoticed). I thoroughly enjoyed myself. After loading up on Ibuprofen I began to think about the fat skinny guy inside me and pictured what he would be saying.
The fat fat guy was exhausted and trying to figure out why we went outside instead of staying home and watching a Psych marathon on TV. But the fat skinny guy (who I am happy to report is feeling trimmer these days having lost a full 15 lbs) was ecstatic. He was all geeked out about playing sports again and started listing all of the things we’re going to do once our body is cooperative. So I thought I would share some of those things with you in the form of goals.
Run a race by my 40th birthday.
I shared this one with my wife the other day. I was a little tentative about sharing this goal with her as the last one I shared with her (my dream to own an Audi) was not only laughed at but she shot it to pieces and lit the tattered remains on fire. However I know my wife loves me and am confident she would support a realistic goal (even one as unrealistic as me running a race). Instead she insisted that I could do it well before my 40th birthday which is still a little over three years away.
I have to be honest, I really don’t enjoy running at all. Even back when it was easy to do. Unless I was running whilst carrying a football or rounding the bases I didn’t really do it. So I have no desire to become a runner. I don’t even want to run a marathon (the thought of which makes me chuckle to myself) or a half. I might be able to tolerate a 5k or a 10k if it’s like a mud run or something. So as a compromise to my wife’s insistence that I not wait until I’m 40 I have recorded as a goal to run a race by my 40th birthday. That gives me three years to find something that will interest me. And also gives me some time to get to a weight that won’t engender chortles at the starting line.
Fit comfortably in a seat at a baseball game.
I love baseball and I have a young boy who is super interested in sports. I am currently waging a battle against his mother and all of Southern California for his fandom. I am a Giants fan! Since I was 9 I have loved the orange and black. I even named our first dog after the Giants then skipper Dusty Baker. My wife will insist that it was because of the dusty looking spots under her fur but it was my name and I know its true inspiration. I want my boy to like the Giants too. I want to take him to a Giants home game and go early so we can get an autograph or two. I know this would seal the deal for him and make him a Giant for life. But as it stands right now those chairs are extremely uncomfortable for me to sit in for three hours. So I have officially made this a goal for which I will strive.
Play on a rec-league softball team.
Have I mentioned I love baseball? I want to play it again without being a detriment to the team. I am an infielder. Even as a kid I was far too slow for the outfield. I have in the past played third base and short stop. I would love to return to the diamond but right now I have a hard enough time getting to a ball let alone bending over and picking it up. My batting has also suffered greatly. It’s hard to get around on an inside pitch when the inside is crowded by a considerable amount of body.
Fit comfortably in an airline seat.
I love my wife. I made a promise to her a few years ago that I have not been able to keep as of yet. That promise was to take her on a really great vacation. There are several reasons we haven’t done this yet, not the least of which is financial. That being said one major deterrent is any really great vacation will require air travel (I’m so not a driving vacation kind of guy). The last few times I’ve flown I’ve needed a seat belt extender. I hate asking for one because the flight attendant always looks disdainfully at me, I’m sure wondering why I bother to fly in the first place. It’s embarrassing but I’ve endured it.
The real reason I don’t want to fly is because those airline seats are not built for such a load as this. I have never had to buy a second seat for myself but I am sure I would be mortified to do so. I want to fly to the east coast with my wife and take a Caribbean cruise. I would like to sit next to her on a plane without adding any burden to her seat or (as has happened in the past) forcing her out into the aisle to get a little space. I want to have my own seat, be able to put the arm rest down and use only the one seat belt. Oh, and maybe be able to get the tray table to lay flat in front of me so I don’t have to use the one next to me to place my drink and bag of peanuts.
I have many other goals to be sure. I will not belabor you with them at this point but I will share more with you as I progress. I will also share when I have reached these goals. If you haven’t already heard me shouting about it in exuberance.