Well I talked to an Air Force National Guard recruiter, and I found out that basically no matter what I told him about myself (medical history, age, kids, etc.), I am eligible to enlist and serve. Apparently I’m too old to be an officer (you have to be 35 or younger); however, I have another year and 4 months to go enlisted. That’s totally fine with me. It would have been nice to be able to use my college education for an officer rank, but I truly just want to serve in whatever capacity I can. The only thing that is holding me back now is my weight.
After having kiddo #5, I seemed to be holding on for dear life to an extra 15 pounds. Ok that might not be completely accurate. About 5 months ago I did get down to 153. Then I stopped running and eating right when we bought our house and I was really working hard to get my dissertation finished. So I now have about 15 pounds to lose to get down to where I need to be in order to enlist. I figure it will take me about 2 months give or take depending on how well I do at Easter and on our road trip.
I’ve started doing pushups (I can do 15 in about 40 seconds) and situps (50 in 2 minutes) and then I do donkey kicks (20 on each leg), jumping jacks (50) and frog jumps (25). Last night was the first time I attempted a 2 mile run. I did the full 2 miles while pushing my 35-40 pound 3-year-old in a jogging stroller. I do love him, but he wanted to hold a complete conversation during these 2 miles, so that made it interesting. It took me about 27 minutes. That’s about 6 minutes slower than where I need to be. But considering the circumstances it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be I guess. The best moment during this jog/walk/stroller pushing came when I crossed paths with an older woman riding her bike going the opposite direction of me. She gave me a big thumbs up and said, “Keep going. You can do it!”
That little bit of encouragement was so nice. At that point I was about halfway done and realizing this was going to be harder than I remembered. She didn’t know who I was just that I was obviously a mom trying to work out with her child. Most people I encountered would do a small wave or little smile and keep going. I live in a safe and generally nice and friendly neighborhood, but people don’t typically engage others unless it’s my neighbors in my cul de sac. Her kinds words were awesome and made it a little easier to keep going and keep breathing. Thanks woman on the blue bike!