I am officially past 40. I am 41. Life is pretty awesome really. I have a terrific family. I have awesome friends. I am in pretty good shape. I was really scared to turn 40, because it seemed like many of my family's health problems started at 40. Both of my parents are gone, and while that is sad many of the problems that they had could have been prevented by eating better and exercise. We have heard it over and over again, but we are a stubborn bunch of people we simply don't want to. I don't want to. I enjoy so many bad foods and you simply can't convince me that Kale tastes better then fries. Water is not as fulfilling as a Margarita. I don't want to die really young though either and friends 41 is still young. So in order to eat what I want within reason; I work out; Hard! This year I have some goals I want to achieve and to keep me honest I will share them in hopes that people who read this will be curious if I achieve them. I want to be able to do an honest pull-up, with my body-weight. I want to be able to do 25 real push ups with proper form. I want to be able to run a 5k in 28 minutes. I am so close to that one. The last one for kicks and giggles is to do 1/4 mile of burpees. I hate the Burpee. I also have a need to challenge myself and push myself beyond what I think I can do. This is my last post under fitness. I want to write about other things. I hope I have helped or inspired someone by sharing some struggles and triumphs I have had trying to stay fit. It is worth it, but it isn't easy. I love and pray for all of you.