So I just turned 36, and am now officially looking at 40. In all my 36 years I can’t say I’ve ever been in any sort of decent physical shape. That’s not me whining about my looks or fishing for compliments: that’s me being honest. I’ve always carried at least 20 extra pounds and have tried every damn diet possible…for a day or two. More importantly, I’m a pretty lazy individual: I teach Belly Dance sometimes and sporadically walk, but I’m not in shape. Hell, I stopped kickboxing because I can’t make it through a class yet (I’ll be going back as soon as I can do 30 minutes of hard cardio, like running, without passing out…nearly there).
So, why not make myself a serious challenge with specific goals, instead of the ever-nebulous “I want to be healthier” attitude? I figure I have four years to hit my goal, which is:
To be able to pass the minimum physical fitness standards for entrance into the Navy Seals.
No, I don’t want to be a Seal (also, I’m WAY too old…and, you know, not in the military). But I’d LOVE to be able to say I could pass the PT exam before I’m 40.
This is the last post I’ll put on No Pithy Phrase about it, because NPP isn’t a workout journal and I don’t want it to turn into one. But to keep myself honest I will be trying to blog about it some (I find the stupid workout trackers on my phone/daily planners/etc don’t work for shit to keep me going). Those posts will end up here: SassLoss. Feel free to read and comment at will.
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