It's Either Spring--or a Midlife Crisis!

That's what I've decided. :)  Either Spring has my blood stirred up for change and growth, or I'm having a midlife crisis.  How else can I explain deciding to sell our house and buy a new one, to go back to college, and to walk a half marathon?  I guess if it's a midlife crisis, though, the good part is that I'm choosing positive changes.  Right?

So here are some updates.  On Sunday, I walked 13.1 miles!  That's the length of the half marathon!  Unbelievable!  Walking with a friend made the time go by so fast, and I'm still just kind of amazed that I did it.  I know that conventional wisdom says not to walk your full goal distance; you're supposed to save it for the actual race day.  But I wanted to know if I could do it.  That erases some of my anxiety.  So I am just really amazed and excited about that!

I met with another college advisor on Monday.  This time I didn't accidentally get off on the wrong exit and have to wend my way through the back part of the campus.  I knew the stupid layout of the parking area where I have to go first to get my visitor's pass.  I knew which building I was heading for.  (I may have somewhat limped there due to being a bit sore from my 13.1 miles!)

This lady was very helpful (not that the first lady wasn't).  We ran a bunch of scenarios, and, ironically enough, a BA in Psychology with a Certificate in Technical Writing seems like the most efficient route to go.  Haha, God!  He certainly knows how much I love people.  So now I have a big decision to make.

The rest of Monday and nearly all of Tuesday we cleaned and cleaned some more and all of that.  Tuesday afternoon we met with the realtor.  We signed the papers, and pictures will be taken on Thursday.  Gulp.  

(And then I cleaned some more.  As I've said before elsewhere, Mr. Clean and I are spending more time together than Craig and I.)

Now I'm tired and fighting either a cold or allergies.  (Does it really matter which anyway?  They both make you feel fairly miserable.)  But there is no rest for the wicked.  I still have lots of stuff to do.

Ah well, if you see me driving by in a silver Jag with some hot, young guy who looks a bit like Mr. Clean--then you should worry!