Once a Marine Corps tortoise, Always a Marine Corps Tortoise!

Ah, yes. The old blog. I remember it like it was...when did I last blog?
How has everyone been? Life seems to be a bit hectic for me. Places to go, marathons to prepare for, goals and dreams to achieve.

So let me catch everyone up on my goings-on...

I left in April to do the Navy thing- 2 weeks, 2 days, my ass- (really, they sold shirts with this and the unit logo on it) and an interesting thing happened on the way to the...porta-jon. Just kidding. I saw a GunnerySergeant there, a Marine. His voice sounded sooo familiar. I stared at him for the longest and I soon realized that I knew him. Now many of you know that I still love the Marine Corps. Well, if there was any doubt on my part about how I felt about the Corps, it was confirmed there in that Gunny. He was a Sergeant, just as I was, back in 1998 in California. We were in the same unit. Oh, the memories...and he's still cute.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I felt deflated when I returned here. I felt soo comfortable out there with the guys in our tree suits...I knew what I had to do.
I will try to get back into the Corps. People I've told ask me "Why on earth would I want to go back?" I can't expect them to understand. The best way I can describe it is this way: There are those who read the Bible and are filled with a peace and knowing that at that moment things are as they should be. But time goes by, life happens and you cease to have that hunger to read and learn more, before you realize. But you see the Bible again, and you open it up and start reading and you go, "That's right." The hunger returns and you realize you need that hunger to continue to maintain that balance in your life. I felt balance out there. I am good at what I am do out there. Plus, there is a level of motivation and energy that helps keep me on my toes. In a small way, the Marine Corps raised me. I was a baby when I joined. And I would do it all again. I am not trying to relive the past, I just need to finish what I started. No More Regrets.

So along with that, I am training for the Marine Corps Marathon, so it's Marine Corps all the way around this year. I'll be blogging more about my training and insights. For example, Chris Carmichael, and I say this with much love, seems thinner. But that hasn't hindered her running. She is like a bullet now! This got me to thinking...we women come in all shapes and sizes. Some have hips and others don't. Having said all that, I think now I realize the different roles we women may have played in the days of tribes, and without central air/heating. The hunt for food must have proved tumultous task, especially to seek out big game for the up coming winter. The 'tortoises' -big-hipped women, were the main body that lurched in the thickets with the weapons, waiting patiently for the wild game to appear. Allthewhile, the 'hares' - the thin, aerodynamic women of the tribe, were the decoy. They let the lions, tigers and bears...everybody "Oh My!", chase them to where the tortoises were and then 'we' would attack with such ferocity that they pause with a moment of clarity and then take his demise with much bravado and defiance. Where are the men you ask...DUH! It's NBA Finals week!

Take care my fellow tortoises and hares. Our race has yet begun...