Mid-life crisis resolutions

I've made a few resolutions: things that i want to accomplish, barring Force Majeure and stuff like that, before i turn 35. In no particular order, including things that were on the list but have since been removed:

1. Run a half marathon.
I ran a 1/4 mile the other day while walking with my parents (5 miles covered total). I ran 6/10 of a mile yesterday. Got a ways to go, but the goal is 5k by April, 10k by October, and 13.1 miles by next March.

I used to hate running. I ran cross country two years in high school: i was the slowest member of the team, and i had horrid, horrid shinsplints both seasons. However, a team needed 5 people to not forfeit a match. I was the fifth girl. I finished every race i was in, even if it did take me (what is quite possibly a record) 41 minutes to go 3 miles. ;-) But now, my body kinda does what i want it to and i kinda like running. Here's hoping.

2. Learn how to fly the trapeze.
For no other reason than because i am afraid of heights, and because it has been the metaphor for my life lately.

3. Learn Spanish.
I don't expect to be fluent in 13 months, but to be making progress, which means to be able to do more than order one item off a menu and to not stare blankly in panic when they respond by asking me, in Spanish, if i want chicken or beef. :)

4. I was going to grow dreadlocks...
...because my hair had been unmanageable lately, and nothing makes me feel as physically unlovely as unmanageable hair. I was going to grow narrow, uniformly shaped ones, clean and tidy like Anne Lamott's. The most conservative of my church-lady friends thought it was a cool idea. The rest of my friends, church and forest and design, talked me out of it. The result is that it is going to stay its wild self. I'm not going to dye it. I'm probably not going to plait it either. I'm just going to watch it go silver and smile.

5. And i also thought of getting a tatoo...
...one that wouldn't be visible ever, except at the beach. One that wouldn't be in danger of pregancy or any other stretch marks. One that wouldn't be much exposed to sun or fading. But i hate needles (more than i fear heights), and they are awfully permanent...and expensive. So, this one is also scratched. For now.