Celebrating how far I’ve come
Last night I hit the weights, then I ran. I decided to run for only 15 minutes at an easy pace. Then I decided to step it up. then I realized that I could probably push it faster. By the end of it I ran 1.38 miles in that 15 minutes. Two summers ago my husband and I decided to see how I would do on the Air Force physical fitness test. He is Air National Guard and was getting ready for his test (which he always does really well on).
I couldn’t pass the run, I couldn’t do a single full body push-up, and I couldn’t do a sit-up. We looked up the requirements last night after my workout to see how close I am on the run. I just need to get to a mile and a half in 15 minutes. Which I think I can do b/c I started off jogging at an easy pace (5.0 mph) and didn’t start bumping up until at least 8 minutes in. Then he said “but you still wouldn’t pass b/c of the push-up. You’d have to do at least 14.” To which I got to respond “I can do 14!” He was surprised. He remembered how hard I struggled to get that one out.
I still can’t do sit-ups. I’ll work on that. But the best thing about that conversation was him saying “you’ve come so far. I’m proud of you.” Then I realized that I’m proud of myself! It was good to remember that while my weight isn’t where I want it to be it doesn’t mean that I haven’t achieved some big goals in fitness.