Fourteen down, four to go

This past Friday I finished my fourteenth semester of higher education, not counting summer internships. You think I would be done by now, but I have four semesters to go, not counting summer classes. Three more semesters in the classroom, one in an internship. I don't know, maybe I'll go to Med School afterwards. Just kidding.

As many of you can imagine, going back to school is a bit scary, I mean, what if I would have ended up hating my field? What if I still didn't know what the hell I was going to do after this? Alas, fear not, I have good news. I love my field, and I can't wait to actually get into it. Somehow I went from being a barely active slacker some five years ago to increasingly enjoying exercising [except on days like today when my legs felt like crap, but I ran six miles anyway] and desiring to instruct and help people live healthy lives. What I am working towards is basically being a personal trainer in a clinical [hospital] setting, hopefully working with obese patients, perhaps in preparation for gastric bypass surgery.

My life has been... good. Yes, crazy but good. I ran a ton this semester and am running the Madison half-marathon in two weeks and will then eat at the world's largest bratwurst fest. Hep! So I'm not exactly the picture of health but I'm getting there. I eat a ton more vegetables and fruits, but still indulge in cheeseburgers, pizza and ice cream - just in less quantities as before. Sometimes.

I've been part of three pretty awesome communities. One, the Wilson House, where I live. I struggled to regain an attitude of community living for a while, but this past month has revealed that we, as a house, are making progress. Two, a guy's Bible study on Monday nights. It's been a hectic past few months, but we're just starting to get into the former prophets, which is one of my favorite parts of the Bible, so it'll be dope. Yep. Three, a connection group. This group meets Saturday nights after the evening service, and we eat and then talk about the sermon. I thought that I would hate not having my Saturday nights, but I haven't really missed them yet. Our discussions regularly go until eleven, and no one seems to mind much. It's great.

Summer preview: I have a week off, which basically means I get to work fulltime for a week. Then I start summer classes - Intro to Management and then Physical Fitness and Conditioning. You might be able to guess which one I am more excited about taking. These are morning classes, so I hope to get up beforehand and run or lift, clean up and eat, go to class, eat, work, eat, rest, sleep, repeat. Classes conveniently end the day before my birthday, as Kevin Malone would say: "nice". Then a short holiday to a locale undecided, though I'm pretty sure I know where I'll be headed. Then a month of work and the fall semester begins. But aside from all that, I think that this summer will be full of house-cleaning, reading, BBQ's, sand volleyball, and shpadoinkle days in general. And probably more blogging. That's all for now. you have my love.