Maybe I’m a Toys”R” Us Kid

As part of a leadership engagement cohort, with 12 other fabulous leading role models, one of the recent assignments was to reevaluate my individual development plan (or IDP). Might I digress for just a moment to say everyone should attend some kind of cohort of people striving to be their best. In 4 weeks, there’s been crying, laughing, cursing, and complaining. I highly recommend it!

Focus, Kel.

As a government civilian, having an approved IDP is just one of the many requirements. It is even a requirement for my team, most of whom are paid from a different pot of money yet also considered government employees. I know many people think an IDP is a colossal waste of time, that no one looks at them, and less take them seriously. Not I. I enjoy going over it with my employees as it provides a snapshot of their future plans, goals, and aspirations.

Between 2020 and 2024, my long-term goal was a PhD. In 2025, I moved it to the short term section. Now? I have a few blanks to fill.

What do I want to be when I grow up?

I love asking this question to transitioning service members, soon-to-be retirees, and anyone else on the cusp of life choices. I love how it implies we’re all growing up, and we have a vast world of options to explore. Because we do!

So I asked myself what do I want to be when I grow up? And a list developed.

1. Teach. I adore education and academia. I love to learn. I’d go back to college tomorrow.

2. There’s a specific job I look up from time to time. It’s a position I accidentally stumbled upon many years ago, but knew it was not the opportunity for me then. It won’t be an opportunity for several more years because it requires deployment cycles, travel, and a move. But it gets my heart beating overtime when I see it. I get that excited rush contemplating what it could do for my career, my mental health, and definitely my physical presence. Introducing the Fit Boss, and its fun equivalent, the Fun Boss. These are real titles. These roles assign you to a Navy big deck and send you out with 3,000 of your closest friends to maintain fitness, health, and MWR-related activities and requirements while deployed. One day, I’ll be a Fit Boss.

3. Entrepreneur. I want to open a running store / coffee house / bakery. I recognize these ideas may not align; however, tis my dream.

I’ll keep adding as I see fit, as my interests change, and/or as life gets more life-ier. Who knows. Maybe there’s an opportunity for a Fit Boss Coach Baker.

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I ask you –

Tell me – what do you want to be when you grow up?

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Smart Choices

I once thought how I’d love to have back my 16-yr-old body. Not a care in the world, could live on Snickers and bad decisions. And I did. But then I think of what my body has done for me – I realize the one I have now is absolutely perfect. I’m in awe of this body. It birthed a child. It carries me to and fro with ease. It reacts so positively when I nourish it. There’s something special about the word nourishment. More than eating, it requires nourishment. I nourish my mind, body, and soul. It rejoices.

Yogurt + blueberries = my daily standby

The salads that Mini makes fun of me for eating daily are truly fulfilling to my body. When I think about why I love them so much, I recall visiting Aunt Mary Catherine’s home and she always had a green salad with lunch. Always! I loved her simple green salad. And it was never referenced as a “salad”; it was a “green salad”. Probably vice fruit salad or ambrosia salad. Which are magical in their own way.

In this age of convenience, a salad is not. In fact, salads are expensive which proves a barrier to families with limited or strict incomes. Salads could even be considered rich-people food. I’m not rich but my body demands this rich person food. Enriching, if you will.

Sleep is also a favorite self-gift. I’ve found, through diligent research, that my body reacts the best when it receives 9 hours of sleep. Now, before anyone acts shocked, I’ve had an 8:30pm bedtime for nearly my entire life.

Notwithstanding the bed time, research (the real kind) indicates a full sleep cycle lasts about 90 mins which means 9 hrs of sleep grants about 6 full REM cycles. In my opinion, it is why I nearly always remember my dreams each morning. A full cycle grants me the ability to fall into a natural REM cycle where I awake in the proper stage to remember my dreams.

I’m no doctor…wait. I am!…but anecdotal evidence is evidence nonetheless!

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I ask you –

What is your average sleep cycle?

What foods do you find nourishing?

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July Recap!

A recent commander’s call resulted in the following phrase: Rise to expectations, fall to discipline. I saw many head-nods in the crowd, but I didn’t exactly understand what the phrase meant. It sounded pretty catchy. Indeed, I went looking.

Turns out, some Greek dude named Archilochus stated, “We don’t rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training”. Same, same. Essentially, our daily behaviors are more meaningful to producing change than a one-off situation or experience.

Which is the perfect segue for this post! Ta-da!

If only you could understand how many times I change post titles, words, captions, and questions, this might not be surprising. Why, thank you, Word Press, for acknowledging my skills!

According to Strava, I missed 2 days in July, but I don’t recall the circumstances surrounding it. I swear I didn’t miss any days. Oh well.

In other news, and I know I touched on it before, but I had a helluva 5-week training cycle!

I was able to update my benchmarks for all 4 lifts. Amazing what discipline does in 9 months. But I also must give credit where credit is due. The creatine makes a huge difference. The fog has lifted, my strength performance has improved (as evidenced by the PRs), and, overall, I feel like me. Sure, the words don’t always come to me, but I’m learning to give myself some much-needed grace.

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I ask you –

How was your July?

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REPOST! Leadership 101

A repost from October 13, 2025, just as the furlough was beginning, at a time I still had good spirits. Things changed fast, didn’t they? Anyway, I’m recovering from the island life so bear with me as I continue sorting laundry, vacuuming endless amounts of sand, and remembering how to work with people. I’ll be back in full force soon!

A few forgotten things about leadership:

The potential you see in others means nothing without their buy-in. If they don’t want it for themselves, it’s a brutal lesson in futility. Yours.
You will spend more time at work than with your own family over the course of a lifetime. Best love what you do. And surround yourself with the right people.
Do not expect others to care the way you do. Alternately, you may not care the way they do. It’s ok.
It weighs a lot because it is insanely lonely at the top. The sleepless nights, the fights with other decision makers, the balance never found. You probably won’t have any friends and, if you do, watch out for perception. I am not inclined.

A lovely friend sent me the following graphic after she proudly exclaimed how I had “grown a pair”.

What she does not realize is for every day my “pair” swings, I have just as many softer moments, where I’m reminded to fight the good fight means not acting like a complete arsehole and picking my battles. Forever, a work in progress.

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I ask you –

What is your toughest leadership challenge?

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REPOST! Kindness is not Convenient

Another repost while I bask in the sunshine and salt water of island life. This post was a little special to me because I’m constantly reminding myself what I bring to the table. Hope you enjoy it!

“I sell pizza.”

That’s my new motto. Three seemingly small words which indicate a new heartfelt response. Epiphany? Maybe. Rebranding? Sort of. Reframe? Bingo.

I sell pizza. I don’t sell ice cream, or hotdogs, or juice boxes, or hamburgers, or any other version of convenient foods. Pizza. That’s what I sell.

What does this even mean?

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It means –

I don’t owe a dime and I don’t have to do anything. I owe it to myself to establish clear, direct boundaries. No further explanation. No long-winded and easily misconstrued version of trauma which led to…blah blah blah.

For some, pizza is the Michelin star in perfect triangular form. It can be customized, dressed up, transformed into an award winning dish. The pizza I sell? Cheese. I sell cheese pizza. Not because I’m boring or don’t want to put in the effort, but because cheese pizza is tried and true. It’s the basics. The foundation of pizza. Cheese.

You’ve probably figured out I’m going somewhere with this schpill. You are, right? When tested, I easily revert back to foundational principles – kindness often mistaken as weakness, or I shut down completely. Rarely do I come out fighting. All noble reactions yet kindness has not served me too well. Good thing kindness isn’t for you, Kel. Kindness is a reflection of the heart. It’s a desire to do better, be better, give others grace. It’s not easy. People test, they try, they dig in their heels, they make messes where no mess should ever be. At some point, kindness is overshadowed, and those without boundaries are the first to succumb.

Not this time. Not to the lady who sells pizza. Kindness is no longer a convenience, it’s a requirement. To be part of my world, kindness is a non-negotiable. Just because I sell pizza does not mean I will sell it to you.

Cheers to holding the line. And selling a damn good pizza pie.

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I ask you –

Did I miss any analogies?

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REPOST! Still Talking About Standards

While on a much-needed island vacation, I’ll be sharing some older posts. The post below was originally published February 3, 2025. At this moment, I’m probably basking unashamedly on the beach with a cup of coffee. Hope you’re having a wonderful day, as well!

I think there is some confusion regarding the (soon to be released) updated Air Force fitness standards, specifically the acclimatization period, indicated by the unprofessional eye roll I exhibited when someone said they were instructed to provide feedback once the standards are released. Might be a little late for feedback. It sounded as if the person thought the acclimatization period was for the new standards to acclimate to them. No, no. The acclimatization period is for you to adapt to the standard.

One must understand fitness waits for no one. And if you don’t get onboard now, you will be left behind. The fact that each military member has between 6-12 months to “acclimate” is extremely generous. Upon a high level policy discussion, I shared how I had completed a 5k obstacle run at 16-weeks postpartum. Please don’t tell me you didn’t have enough time to get yourself in shape for these new standards. Please don’t give me your excuses. Might it have been lofty, dare I say stupid, to attempt this endeavor? Sure. But I did it. Because I knew I would be returning to the uniform sooner rather than later. And fitness waits for no one.

Tag: Air Power. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Now – I strive to share fair albeit biased information on RoF. So I’ve put together a sampling of other country’s (enemy and ally) fitness standards. If the US desires to compete as a global power, then we must get a handle on the expanding medical challenges we face, starting with obesity and rapidly growing waistlines. For brevity, I am only researching Air Force standards, not Army or Navy.

Allies

Royal Air Force (RAF) – Candidates must pass a Pre-Joining Fitness Test, which consists of a 2.4km (1.5 mile) run on a treadmill (set to zero incline), and as many press-ups and sit ups as possible in 1 minute. For the male/female pass standards, check out RAF. The same testing methods apply to current RAF members.

Japan Air Self-Defense Force (JSDF), or Japanese Air Force – 20 meter shuttle run, standing long jump, grip strength, sit-ups, and the sit and reach. The initial test is shared on the Japanese SDF page, but it was difficult to determine if this was only for the Army or all branches.

South Korea – an initial “fitness for duty” conscription test is administered to everyone at age 19. This test consists of grip strength, back strength (push ups), sit and reach, standing long-jump, sit-ups, and a 3km shuttle run. The annual requirement includes a 3km run, 2-minutes of push-ups, and 2-minutes of sit-ups. I wasn’t able to locate the pass/fail standards after a cursory search.

German Air Force – annually, members conduct an 11×10 meter shuttle sprint, a flexed-arm hang to measure endurance, and a 1000-meter run. For further explanation of the requirements, click here.

French Air & Space Force – annual requirements include the “beep test”, or shuttle run, of 2400 meters, pull ups, push ups, a 25 meter swim (or other variation), and, possibly, rope climbing. This article from 2010 is the closest I could find for the testing standards.

Enemies

Russian Air Force – scores are categorized for members over and under 30 years of age – a 3km run (cardiovascular), a 100m sprint (speed), pull-ups (upper body strength), and 10×10 meter shuttle runs (agility). Connell, Lennox, and Schwartz (2023) wrote Training in the Russian Armed Forces: An
Assessment of Recent Reforms and their Impact on Russian Operations in Ukraine, an interesting look into the Russian military.

North Korea – the secretiveness of the military regime prevented full research data; however, it is known members adhere to a test which include 30-minutes of power walking, gymnastics without apparatus, and 5-minutes of stretching/squats. Interestingly, military members must initially pass the following checks: at least 148cm (4 ft 9 in) in height and a weight of at least 43kg (94.79 lbs). As malnutrition is a widespread problem in the country, the heigh and weight requirements have adjusted throughout history. Specific information regarding the fitness scores and standards is not publicly available.

People’s Liberation Army Air Force (PLAAF), or China – testing includes a 2.4 km run, 2 mins of push-ups, 2 mins of sit-ups. Allen and Allen (2018) discuss PLAAF unit testing, as well as Cozad and Wenger (2025) who indicate the challenges facing China’s ability to recruit members based on malnutrition disqualification and one-child families. Access to the fitness standards was difficult to obtain.

Conclusion

Although I had hoped this post would go a different direction using concrete evidence and publicly available data, I still believe the US is on par with other country’s military fitness requirements. The shuttle run is a popular technique amongst allied and enemy countries, as well as the standard push up and sit up. Again, some of the information I found could be slanted towards Army/Navy; however, I put more effort into finding Air Force-specific standards.

So what does this all mean? In truth, I don’t really know. I think most countries agree on the standard fitness tests and mostly agree on the methods to test. Interestingly, I did not purposefully seek data regarding height/weight measurements, which is a tested element in the US and several other countries, despite only North Korea outright sharing the requirement. As malnutrition, corruption, and lack of sustainable food growth is a serious problem in other countries, they have the opposite issue of the US – their people do not eat enough and their growth is stunted. In the US, although food insecurity and a percentage of the population without adequate nutrition exists, we either don’t widely share that data or it is insignificant when researching the military. Perhaps a post for another day.

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I ask you –

Did any of the information above surprise you?

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Choices

On the cusp of vacation, I remind myself to set clear boundaries regarding my time away. Work: true emergencies only, don’t forget you have a mandatory 2-hr teams call. Home: ehhh, Parts has it. Fun: enjoy every second!

The (partial) team!

Which leads me to a topic I know I’ve previously discussed on RoF. Two words: decision fatigue.

I don’t know the average number of decisions one makes a day, but I bet I outpace the average. By at least a hundred. As a leader, it’s expected and applauded to make decisions. I got it. Oftentimes, however, that role bleeds over into every other part of my life. And it’s tiring. I would still give the same percentage to my job even if I wasn’t being paid, but there is a level of expectation to relax while away from work, to simplify, to rest.

Perhaps I should approve a yes moratorium during vacation to combat the decision fatigue I will inevitably feel obligated to address. I’ll just say yes to everything. What do you want to eat? What time are we…? Do you want to stop here? How many minutes until…? When are we leaving? Where are we going? Have you…? Should we…?

Yes. The answer is yes. Does it truly answer a fraction of the questions? Meh. But the answer is yes! It never fails that at least a dozen instances will arise where I just remind everyone I, too, am on vacation and would really love to enjoy myself.

No more questions, please. Just yes.

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I ask you –

Is the most exhausting part of your day the decision-making?

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Mission Accomplished

A few weeks ago, Parts excitedly told me at 40 I needed to start having annual mammograms. So I scheduled one. TMI I’m not sure how this all works with the diminutive size of my breast material but whatever.

I’m still a little bitter that Parts told me I had to have one. But shouldn’t she, too? We could have made this a joint activity!

On the anticipated mammogram day, I figured out how it worked. It will forever be known as “The great smash and dash!” Which oddly sounds like I’m committing a felony and is truly exciting.

Behold! My boob!

Ok, if you don’t think it’s funny that I’m making jokes about having a mammogram, then I’m sorry; feel free to never read my posts ever again. Yes, I am aware of the seriousness of breast cancer as I have a very close friend currently in the throes of chemotherapy which will be followed by surgery, then culminating in radiation. It’s serious. And my heart hurts for her. I am not making light of her situation, or anyone else’s. However, if you know me well, you know I have the absolute worst sense of humor when it comes to serious things, like death, funerals, and, now, mammograms. It’s my coping mechanism. Could be worse, maybe?

Fortunately, the results indicated no issues except a gentle warning I have dense breast tissue and I have been granted a reprieve until next year.

Other things -:

The week of the great smash and dash included the great grab and smash. I’m onto something.

100 lbs – Deadlift

70 lbs – Overhead Press

For context, 100 lbs is approx 70% of my bodyweight. And I’ve never lifted anything close to 70 lbs over my head. This “realization phase” was quite a success!

A week of reloading, then a week completely off from everything. Except running, of course. Then, I’ll start another 5-week routine.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

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I ask you –

For my mammary-beholden friends, have you completed your annual mammogram?

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Hey, what a great idea!

Whoever decided to save the consumer some money is a genius, in my opinion. I don’t need another bottle or vessel or container. I just need a refill! I’m already purchasing expensive shampoo, I don’t require another of the brand’s probably excessively marked up plastic. Just unscrew the cap, turn it over, and pour!

It’s taken 10 years but Mini finally stopped biting her nails. There hasn’t been a lot I could say to help, console, or threaten as I was nearly her exact age when I stopped biting mine. So we continue to celebrate with polish! Best idea!

On the horizon: my little area of Texas will be a recipient of the great Texas Blue Bell tour! Two days of giveaways, free ice cream, and fun activities. I can’t wait!

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I ask you –

I’m obviously in the immediate weeks leading to vacation so these posts are just not the epitome of my word breadth. I’ll try to do better.

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Girl, yes, you do

A compilation of the random things I tell myself and what I’d tell many women navigating life –

Girl, you don’t need another eye cream. You need a consistent sleep routine.

Girl, you don’t need excuses. You need actions.

Girl, you don’t need to use AI. You need to use 4 functioning brain cells.

Girl, you don’t need to date someone in the church. You were told to bring someone to church! If you read this and think these shoes fit you, they probably do. Put them on, march yourself outside, and start looking.

Girl, you don’t need any more energy drinks and you sure don’t need to check your blood pressure while drinking it. You need water!

Girl, you don’t need another cookie…wait, yes, you do!

P.S. do not try the newest Blue Bell flavor, chocolate lava cake. I want it all for myself!

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I ask you –

Anything to add to this compilation?

Have you tried the new ice cream flavor?!

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