Ah! The push ups. A pain in the neck and the doubters thought that this was an impossible task especially since I insisted they would not be "girl" ones. By the way, who came up with that name anyway? A more appropriate label could be the alternate pushup or how to do pushups without killing yourself. I divagate from my original thought. Goal #14 states: Do 60 pushups at one time with 60 second breaks every 10 pushups. Well, well, well, that goal now seems to be a tad wimpy on my part. I am pleased to report that I officially did 40, took a 60 second break and finished with the last 20 in a blaze of glory! Rob stood by counting as I pushed my body to do just one more, then another one, and finally the number 60 surfaced and I collapsed with the crowd going wild. It wasn't quite as dramatic as that (the crowd numbered one plus two dogs) but I do think the dogs, although not actually cheering, were smiling at my success. Not only have I finished it, but the flabby part of my arm that starts waving (you know that part) has now been reduced to a little baby wave. Phew! Completed, but not stopping as this goal and sit ups have been added to my daily morning exercise routine. I am determined to defy the floppy arms and podgy stomach syndrome that plagues my generation.
The next completed goal was lucky #13--run 60 miles--outside. I began running with my friend, Nancy, while we were in warm sunny Tucson this winter. The miles began accumulating until Rob recorded my last run and, bingo! I passed the 60 mark. Running for me has been a love/hate relationship but I will have to say, running with a friend makes it move more into the "love" category than the other. Maybe love is too strong of an emotion, so tolerable would be a better fit. With that said, I have been motivated to do the Crazy Legs race the end of the month. To Nancy and friends--get your running shoes on because there is no stopping now!
Time now for reflection and evaluation on my progress thus far: Nearly four months into the new year, ten goals completed, eight months to go, and fifty unfinished goals. FIFTY UNFINISHED GOALS!!! Do I feel panic creeping in on me? No, I dare say, I do not. After this short amount of time I have learned that I need to focus on one step at a time while slowly counting to sixty; and before I can slap a high five with my unflabby arm, the list will be reduced to a mere forty!
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