So I did it, I ran in my first 5k in 6 years.  There was a time, I call it before John, when I actually ran pretty regularly.  When we started dating we would frequently try to run together, what a good joke.  John, having a quality 12 inches on me was running way a head of me, frequently leaving me behind, and sometimes, running circles around me.  Fun I know.  Not to place blame on anyone, but subsequently I stopped running.  I signed up for the race with a goal to just finish but through my couple weeks of training my goal went from just to finish to running the whole thing, to running it under 30.  I am not sure what my time was yet but either way I am proud of myself.  I set a goal, pushed myself, and have a new found desire to keep challenging myself.
I was talking to my older sister about this and somehow we started talking about the awesome topic of work.  She had asked me what profession I would work in if education and money were not an issue.  We went back and forth discussing various options, event coordinating, PR, accountant, coffee shop owner.  I realized through our conversation that none of those would have any effect on who I am as a person, I would not feel any better about myself, I would not enjoy waking up for work any more.  I have always set a goal for myself of going back to school, doing something different with my life.  Part of me is afraid I would be selling myself short if I don't.  But I like my job, I feel needed when I am there and love being home when I am not.  I only work 3 days a week so even with a family it is one of the least intrusive hours you could ask for.  Yes, I hate working holiday's and weekends and I look forward to a time when I can say goodbye to night shift, but its only 3 days.  I know that if I did set a goal for myself I would accomplish it but for now I am happy and looking forward to the challenge of another race.