tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90465864236033906462024-09-05T00:48:58.483-07:00~ Sixfootrat ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238554435518812015noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046586423603390646.post-8761790199618867002011-11-19T23:07:00.000-08:002011-11-19T23:07:06.575-08:00My husband and our two boys enjoy teasing me because Im the oldest person in the house.  My husband just turned 38 and I just turned 40. Last week he and I were walking along (happen to pass a wheel chair) and Im making conversation explaining to him that he is officially pushing 40 now that he has turned 38.  At that very second he points to the wheel chair that we are walking past and says " The only 40 I'm pushing is you if you were sitting in that wheel chair"  LOL  ~  I love my husband ~  ALWAYS making me laugh and always has the "BEST"  combacks ~~ Sixfootrat ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238554435518812015noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9046586423603390646.post-90196994791589691602010-11-09T08:48:00.000-08:002011-11-19T22:42:27.673-08:00I completed my first   ~Full Marathon ~  on Sept 18, 2011 which just so happen to be my 40th Birthday in what better place than "MAUI".  5hr. 27mins.   The perfect time ~ for me!!    I kept telling EVERYONE that i had no time limit, that I was going to just go out and enjoy it.  LSD "long slow distance" take my time enjoy the run, enjoy the views and stop along the way and take a couple of pictures etc. ~  YEA right who am I kidding right?  Secretively I wanted to finish with in 6hrs.  I did not want the bus picking me up (if they had a bus that is) and my goal was to not give up and say forget it I quit and just walk.   I'm proud of my secretive goals and that I did accomplish them.   I did not quit, I did not get picked up by the bus and I finished before the 6hrs was up!   You see this marathon wasn't just about running in Maui,  it being my birthday or completed it in a certain amount of time.  It was the "Icing on the Cake", The final "I Got This" chapter of my new life.   It started back in November 2007.  When I returned home from a family vacation.  I saw a photo of myself and thought OMG!!!  70LB over weight and a very broken mind, body and sole.  That very moment I made a promise to myself.  2 hrs a day for me!!!   This 2hrs would be strictly for working out, planning my "DIET" and research.   So the journey began.   Lose weight, look hot in a bikini, wear the same size jeans as my friends, my legs to look just like my friends legs and I'll be happy! (cough cough).   Now with my new goals in mind I got up the next day and decided to go out for a run.  My goal was to run from my house to my sons school.  Exactly a half mile.  I laced up my shoes, turned on my music.  Excited and proud that I was out the door I began to jog to the corner, 6 houses away.  I could barely make it.  House #4 is were I about died and had a heart attack.   Pissed, angry, beating myself up that i could run to the school.  How pathetic am I, what have I done to myself.   Then 2 seconds later I regrouped my thoughts.  Okay we are not going to start our routine out like this.  It has taken you 2 years to put on this weight on and get out of shape.  Give yourself a little slack.  So I gave myself a week.  As I rounded the corner walking briskly I told myself.  "When you reach that light pole" your going to run to that green car.  The green car was four houses down.  I made it to the car and told my self now to the light pole and i continued to the light pole.  About a half a house away from the pole I needed to stop.  I walked a little and then off again to the next light pole.   When I returned home 30 mins later I decided to give myself a week.  In one week I will run to the school with out stopping.  (please note ~ I've always been athletic and in shape)  (i believe they call it skinny fat).  Yep that was me my whole life.  6 feet tall and lean. So this goal for me was not unrealistic I believed!!!   So I began jogging and walking each and every day.  That vision of myself.  Skinny and hot in a bikini with my friends legs and in the same size jeans she wears.  I can do this.  I could see.  I could taste it.  As time went on days, weeks, and even months.  I began to feel different.  I would spring out of bed in the morning, looking in the mirror to find my skin looking fresh smooth and hydrated.  My clothes fitting a bit loser.  Catching myself walking with my shoulders back and chin up just ever so slightly.  But still looking at some "GIRL" on the street wanting her legs, her jean size.  If you noticed my screen name "@40"  40 would put me into the woman category right???  not the "GIRL" category.   (to be continued)~ Sixfootrat ~http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238554435518812015noreply@blogger.com0