Or go for it like I plan to when I'm old enough. It may never happen because I turn 14 again every year, but this could happen if I ever get to some other age. So, here's what the properly planned midlife crisis entails:
Four maxed out credit cards, bimbo/bimbette (hair, gender, etc. of your choosing), rented Cadillac Coupe deVille with pumped up tires, mind altering substances of various kinds ingested over a period of time and in varying quantities and combinations, a trebuchet, a hijacked flatbed truck carrying watermelons, a full gospel choir, three police helicopters, six blown roadblocks, a stretch of abandoned highway, a tropical island, an international incident involving diplomats, spies, and stolen diamonds, and finally, a parachute and a paper bag with six million dollars in unmarked small bills.
If you start planning for it early enough and train hard enough, you can do it right. Otherwise, it's probably best to leave it to the pros.