Okay, so most of you know that over the years, I’ve put on some poundage. Since 1996 (when I first enlisted) I’ve gained an average of 35Lbs. This past year, however, I was quite alarmed when I hit 230 by mid summer. In the past this wasn’t really too much concern since I had always maintained a low BMI. Of course, as I get on in years weight remains relatively the same – however, the fat-to-muscle ratio is not so good… hence my portly state.
Well, this year I’ve been really concerned about my annual fitness exam. Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with tendonitis in the right shoulder and a fear of a torn rotator cuff (most likely a result from over-compensating from dislocating my left shoulder from the previous year); also, an exponentially larger gut from the lack of running. If you don’t know, our AF fitness exam is graded on a point system derived from sit-ups, push-ups, abdominal measurements, and 1.5 mile run-time. Given my (self-inflicted) poor state of health, logically this means that I’m done for!
Shockingly, I passed! I came close to maxing out on my push-ups and sit-ups, and my run-time is back down to within a minute of my average 11.5 minute, mile-and-a-half. Though I’m grateful to have passed, I’m really embarrassed about my waist measurement… there’s a reason why Kenar used to call me chunk-butt! Grrrr!
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