No Excuses!!! …maybe that one…

I’m a firm believer in No Excuses when it comes to working out.

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I’m also the Queen of Excuses. Tearing ligaments in my knee was a legitimate excuse. Eating crappy was not. Getting rear ended was a legitimate excuse. Eating take out for two months was not. Using ‘my mother-in-law has cancer’ as an excuse was not anywhere near a good excuse. Yes I was busier BUT I still had twenty minutes a day to do Bikini Body Mommy. Lazy.

In four months I will be at the seven year mark at trying to get fit. SEVEN YEARS!!!! Talk about laziness! I can’t even remember what my latest excuse was for falling off of Bikini Body Mommy at Day 19 this time. Ahhhh, we are renovating our house. That’s been a workout in itself but I’m pretty sure Hubby would have been okay with me taking twenty minutes every morning to do a workout.

Lame.

I pulled up YouTube on Tuesday ready to pick up where I left off and saw Brianna’s final video.

http://youtu.be/cbR6tYnAWYc

I was so happy to hear she was re-releasing BBM 2.0 in six days! Well, now four. I’m giving myself one more shot at this challenge. I know I can do it. I just need to stop making excuses. It’s twenty freakin minutes. I have twenty minutes a day. I’m not a morning person but if I know it’s going to be a jam packed day (not the norm for me) I’ll have to suck it up and wake up twenty minutes early.

After seeing the video I decided to wait until September 8th for the challenge to start and get back to my six mile walk in the mean time. After dinner, after doing multiplication flash cards with my son, I strapped on my Asics and grabbed my headphones. Hubby was headed out to the parts store and I told him I was going on my walk. He told me to make sure the teenager watched the Littles.

There was a little thunder rumbling in the distance so I grabbed a Hello Kitty umbrella and off I went. The more I walked, the closer the thunder drew and with it some awesome lightning. I walked a mile then saw this:

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So I looked at my Weather Bug and saw this:

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I took this video:
http://youtu.be/HHz4VMcCr4E

Then Hubby called.

“WHERE ARE YOU?!”

On my way home dear!

He was out looking for me. So sweet. He even let me walk home instead of making me get in the car. In this case, there was a good excuse for me to not walk the whole six miles. When I got home the teenager ratted out Dad and told he he asked, “She went where?!?!” More proof that men don’t actually listen to women. Hahaha!

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A little is better than nothing and at least I got over a mile and had an inspiration for a blog post. I need to stop making excuses. We need to stop making excuses.

Life is too short to keep putting off what we can do right now.

Make the time.

Get the shit done!

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Till I collapse

Last night I was on my 6 mile walk and still had about a mile and a half to go. I was at the furthest part from home and tempted to call Hubby to come pick me up. I wrote a text to my trainer, Tiffany, -in my head-telling her I wanted to quit. My knees were hurting. My back was killing me. I was tired.

You know you have good trainers and good fitness cheerleaders in your life when you know what they will say if you whine to them. I haven’t trained with Douglas in five years and with Tiffany for two. I know that they both would have rolled their eyes and told me to suck it up. To finish what I’d started. Wanting to quit one time, Douglas told me, “Then you don’t want it bad enough.”

I started to reach for my phone when Eminem came on iTunes. He’s my biggest motivator. Yes, I’m the clichéd suburban mom Eminem fan, I’m just not in the closet like many others.

“‘Cause sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up. But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and just collapse.”

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I stood in the middle of the sidewalk and just started laughing. Music is my motivation, my movement. I hit the back button to hear Eminem repeat those words and started walking again. I could see the pictures of bio dad finishing another marathon. I could hear Tiffany and Douglas yelling “One more mile!” I listened to Gina saying, “You’ve got this. You can totally do it.” Jaimi’s cheerleader voice shouted, “Come on Kathryn! Let’s go! One more!” And Kristi, she was waiting in my driveway with a cocktail telling me to Do The Pretty Girl Rock. Yeah, there’s a lot going on in my head.

I made it to the bridge where I stretch my back and I stopped to make a note to remind myself to write this post.

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I turned so my back pressed against the bar and man did it feel good. Who needs a foam roller when you have a metal bar to push on your back while cows stare at you? I stayed there for about a minute easing the pain from my muscles then moved on.

As I continued my walk I remembered watching the show American Muscle. I got to a point in the road where I could have turned right to go home or left to finish the six miles. I don’t know who the football player was or what team he played for but I remember what he did on the show. Each guy had to lift weights to a certain point and a certain number of reps. If they quit, they had to start over at the beginning. This 300+ lb guy was struggling. The guy before him couldn’t do it. The other football players around him got in his face cheering him on. “You got a baby girl!” they yelled. “You got a baby at home!” That was his motivation. That was what he needed to finish the set- and then he collapsed. But he did it.

I turned left and did the last section. Thunder was rumbling. The sky was dark an the sun had set. Street lights were on. I was beat. My back was hurting again. My stride had slowed. But I kept going. I “Tip-Toed” to “Cool Rider” and did “The Pretty Girl Rock” while “Building a Snowman” “Till I Collapsed” as I walked through the door.

I did it.

And on Wednesday evening. I’ll do it all over again. Thank you to all of my friends and family who joined me on my walk, in my head, and helped me to not give up.