Due to a variety of issues, I’ve moved this
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I don’t know how many times I’ve mentally told myself, “hey, blog. probably should update soon”.
Soon goes from a few days, to a week, to a month, and so on and so forth.
Besides the marathon and school, there is another reason I’ve been avoiding blogging-I’ve changed my major.
Not officially, but I personally have decided that communications/journalism will no longer be my sole focus in college. I realized this during my first day of Psychology class, not even 15 minutes into the introduction. Ever have those moments where something you’d never really expected ends up changing your whole thought process? There is my example.
I had signed up for Psych out of interest and because I needed the class, mainly for college applications. I’d considered it as a major, but never gave it much thought past that. So what blue moon appeared that caused my sudden change? Your guess is as good as mine, perhaps it’s my honesty seeping through, or unconscious desires-the whole Freudian slip idea.
It may have also been all the negativity surrounding the aura of journalism. all the bad stories, biased reports, the general bad vibe the job seems to release. Or my fear of never getting very far. Solution? Choose a much harder and more complicated career bath, brilliance! I’ll pat myself on the back so you can save the effort. And yes, I’m being sarcastic.
Whatever it is, I’ve decided it. That isn’t to say that writing is completely out of my life, this blog isn’t going anywhere, never fear. I still love writing and I’d still love to publish someday, but it simply won’t be my career.
“Growing up is full of big moments. Some of them you can see coming from a mile away; and some you can’t see at all. “
I just recently read up on the story of “Casey Price”, a 29 year old convicted sex offender who managed to pass himself off as a 12 year old, via the help of two older men, Robert Snow, 43 and Lonnie Stiffler, 61. The two men, who he was allegedly having sex with, brought “Casey” to Mingus Springs Charter School in Arizona.
But the men, when told that “Casey Price” was actually Neil Roderick and was 29, not 12, claimed that they were scammed and in no way homosexual. Rodericks cover was blown due to a German birth certificate that listed his weight in pounds not kilograms, guardianship papers had two varieties of how to spell his name and two different dates of birth. As if that wasn’t enough evidence, the nurse, upon a routine physical examination, found that makeup came off onto her hands.
Along with all of that, Roderick also managed to spend three months at the Imagine Charter School in Surprise. School principal Cynthia Juarez says that “Casey” didn’t stand out in any way, that he “blended in.”
Roderick’s attorney, court appointed Steve August, says his client will be pleading not guilty later this month. Roderick claims to be “confused” by the allegations against him and will face a pre-screening psychological exam, which August says is needed, ” given the nature of the charges. “
Writing out this article after reading it several times still had me pondering in confusion. As you see to the right, that is Roderick, without makeup. I can see him passing off as a high school student..but a 12 year old? No way. How did he manage to bypass four charter schools? What I also find bothersome is that Roderick spent six years in an Oklahoma prison after making indecent proposals to two six year old boys, why was he not monitored afterwards?
Hopefully this time around, he gets a permenant jail sentence. Because honestly, what is stopping him from running on repeat? I find there a message behind him only being able to have a court appointed lawyer, and I don’t think it’s lack of money.
Do it right this time, lock the man UP.
Sources: Newsweek Magazine, Google Image Search, Tuson Newspaper
I know I haven’t posted in ages, I blame illness and marathon training for that. 
12 weeks until the marathon and I’ve got a cold. Yay!
And I’m still waiting for Senior year to get “easy”. I’ve been swamped with research papers and homework and AH.
I promise, I’ll be back soon enough.
So, I have “officially” started my Flying Pig Training.
I had planned on penning how well it was going, how much progress I was making, and how great it felt to be getting this started.
But that, as it goes, is not how things are starting.
I managed to over-do my workout this weekend and as a naive result, have a pulled hamstring. I cannot run on said hamstring until it’s 110 percent. Instead, I am doing side workouts, working the core and what not, to pass the idle time.
On top of that, I spent the last two and half weeks fighting off a horrible cold/flu like illness. Can’t run when your sick, tried it. Not productive and made things worse.
My diet is sub par and it’s difficult to get it more in the realm of “healthy”. In retrospect, I’m the most new and naive marathon runner you could face, and how disheartening it is. Reality is never pleasant when it’s bad news.
My training is still idling at the starting line and it’s frustrating, because this isn’t how it was suppose to start, I was seeking that BANG, that momentum. Instead this week will pass as any other, I will plan out my training days and eagerly await the start that was meant for days past. My optimism sits quietly but not gone, I will prevail.
What else can I do? What else, indeed.
