When I was a child I wanted an electric blanket (to this day I am always cold). My parents told me it was not a necessary expense. I grew up in a very rural area in the Cascade Mountains in Oregon. Down the road on the highway a new burrito stand had just opened (it serviced all of the truck drivers going up and down the mountain). Having been raised "with hard work, anything is possible", I walked down and found the owner. I explained to him that I wanted a job and would do anything. He had just returned from fishing and had a handful of trout. He looked at this kid and said "sure if you can clean all these trout, correctly, I'll hire you on at $5 an hour" (that was a lot of money back then). He handed me the slimy fish and the knife and led me to the kitchen where his wife was. What he didn't know was that I had a secret weapon......I was a fisherman's daughter. I had never cleaned fish before but had seen my parents do it numerous times. I did it perfectly and I got the job and my $5 an hour (I worked there for 5 years). After a few weeks work and saving all my money, my package arrived from the famous Sears catalogue. Pillows, sheets, a new comforter, and an electric blanket! All in my favorite color blue. My mom helped me dye my curtains to match. I was ten years old.
officially start the 6 weeks of basic training. Only there was one last
thing....the push up test! Uh-Oh I only had to do one perfect push-up and I failed. At 5'11" I was 140 lbs of bone, no fat and definitely no muscle. I was sent to FTC (fitness training company). In FTC you have 2 weeks to build up enough muscle or lose enough weight to now be able to do 3 push-ups. (FTC is commonly referred to at 'fat camp' because the usual cause of failure is a person's own weight being too heavy to push up. I was the freak skinny girl.) We were worked out to muscle failure six days a week for two weeks and then the test. I failed. I along with a few others, was called into the First Sergeant's office and told we were not good enough and were being sent home. The others said "yes First Sergeant" and left. I stayed behind and respectfully argued my case. I was given two more weeks but this time, she said, I would have to do six perfect ones. Two more weeks of burning muscle and the test came again. I failed again. Sorry said the First Sergeant you are out. Again I reasoned with her. The Christmas break is coming up in the middle of the next two week session, if I can pass by then will you let me stay? She let me, on one condition, I would have to do 13 perfect push-ups for her. 13 was what I needed to graduate basic. So for the next three weeks I worked on post at FTC and over a 5 day Christmas break at a buddies in Georgia (she was also in FTC). During the break she slept, ate, and partied. I worked out. When I returned there were a couple of more days then the test. The day of the test arrived, the
first sergeant came to judge my performance. Almost 8 weeks since I started, I did 15 perfect Army Push-ups. She said she had never met anyone as determined as me, a huge compliment. By the time I completed all my training I was averaging 35 in two minutes. I spent 6 years serving my country.
Never stop to think "Can I do this". Have a goal you are passionate about and.......
Take The Leap!
Success Is Ours! ~Rebecca