I am trying to transfer the BrakPak blog to the Brak Pak as a whole (right now, blogspot can bite me, but I'm taking a deep breath and re-confronting that issue in the next few days), backing off on being the team captain of just about every Brak Pak Chiks team in the past 6-7-8 years, and restricting my SARR involvement to race director of the Women's 5k, scholarship committee member, Wednesday zoo run volunteer, and general volunteer. Now, if only I could get my neighbors to spay/neuter all of the stray animals in the neighborhood and fold/distribute the newsletter every month, I would actually also have time for my full time job that pays the bills. Oh, and I need to start training for a December marathon - TODAY. dangit.
So, here's what last weekend looked like - among folding/distributing neighborhood newsletters, working overtime, and too much else. The Loteria 5k - or 'Mexican bingo.' Somos soldados for this one - mostly since we were all busy and cobbled together costumes by Thursday before the run. I actually found an old BDU blouse from my Army days - strangely, 1 rank and 2 units older than when I was discharged (honorably, after I'd served my time, and at my request!), so I'm not sure why I did not give that one away and still had it floating around my closet.
Speaking of un-sexy - and ugly race pics - then I turned in a run that represented a month of piss-poor training (other things got in my way).
But it made for some ugly race pics..
Next up - I try to make it through an un-trained half marathon (13.1 miles) on trails on Sunday. This might hurt, but at least I just stabbed myself with some Humira, so I hope the back will work. The mind, well...
In other thoughts, I'm not a huge celebrity follower or recent movie watcher, but the death of Robin Williams strikes a personal chord with me. Some of his wonderful portrayals in movies were poignant at certain points in my life - particularly: Dead Poets Society, Good Morning Vietnam, and The Birdcage. I loved how he was maniacally brilliant and unpredictable without (or ignoring) a script - and to the surprise sometimes of his co-actors. He was also a big supporter of troops, performing many times overseas. Humor comforts all of us - and distracts many of us from those things we just cannot overcome. I just wish he would have made it through, like the rest of us try to do, and will continue to try to do.