Unlike when a person decideds to join the military as an enlisted member, as an officer, one must jump through hoops. There were applications, letters of recommendation, tests, GMAT's physicals, multiple interviews, a board review, it just went on and on. Then you learn that the competition is fierce. There was something like 400 applicants for 40 slots and I was competing against those with masters degrees already, people younger than me, and those who were currently enlisted. This part of the process took a full 4 months. I truly didn't have a clue as to my real chances of being accepted into the military again, but just in case I was, I kept up with my walking. The walking turned to running. The running led to more push-ups and sit ups, and for the first time in many years, I was able to move the clothes I had kept in the 'thin side' of my closet over to the clothes on the 'fat side' of my closet. Heck, even if I didn't get chosen, this was turning out to be a pretty darn positive experience already. Truth be told though, I was feeling pretty hopeful about getting accepted. I think that if I was not selected, I would acutally be dissapointed.
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