In the Spring of 2013, I decided I needed some new challenges, so I put a half marathon on my to do list. I had been told that the Monumental Half Marathon was a fast and flat course, so I signed up and started training until all of the sudden, it was the brisk morning of November 2nd
I headed to the starting line with a few thousand of my closest friends, muttering quietly to myself how crazy it was to not only wake up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday in 35 degree temperatures to run 13.1 miles, but that I PAID to do this to myself. A woman next to me asked me if it I was my first half, and when I told her it was, she gave me a half hug and told me how much I was going to love it. I had to smile at the Hoosier hospitality, but I didn’t believe her. But before I could give it all much thought, we were literally off and running.
I begin this column with an afternoon jaunt in the neighborhood I call home: Meridian-Kessler, otherwise known by it’s hip moniker: Sobro. I tied up my boots, buttoned up my coat, and walked out into another godforsaken, Midwestern, winter afternoon. The sky was grey, the wind was biting, and nobody appeared to have shovelled their sidewalks. But onward I walked.
Two weeks ago, we loved Indianapolis. We loved heading to the Indy Winter Farmer’s Market on Saturday mornings, we loved playing intramural soccer with Circle City Athletics, we loved grabbing a drink at the Libertine, we loved running along the canal. Fast forward to today. Those things are all still here, and we still love them and the community that surrounds them. But as Kate Hudson once said in How To Lose a Guy In 10 Days, “I love you Binky, but I don’t have to like you right now.”
We don’t like what’s happening in our state and our city. This isn’t our Indianapolis.