Hey everybody. In the past few months, I've been putting some considerations into my next goal in my running career. I decided after running my first half-marathon this past October in the very modest time of 1:50, in one of the most muddy and treacherous courses I've ever run (Now I know why it was called the 'Hairy Gorilla Half Marathon'), that I would run a marathon in the coming year of 2010.

I'm just getting into the first few weeks of training now, and training outside in the winter in the northeast is definitely something new for me, no more dogging it and using the treadmill. The marathon is right at the end of May 2010, out in Buffalo NY.

So within the past few weeks, I've been contributing more and more of my time on a new website created by fellow members (former and current) of tv.com. Toki and Eddy have a lot to do with it, Raizen's up there too, I could go on.

Instead, I've decided to use my blog to take the chance to invite any of my friends (or just people looking at my blog) to join us, we're still a very small community, dedicated to Naruto material, but there is an array of different topics other than Naruto to talk about. Best part is, there's no enforcement trying to ban you, or force you to stay on topic, even the administration is off topic most of the time.

If you want the website name, just PM me, since it's invite only as to keep the community at its best.

Anybody ever have a moment in their life where they've been put into turmoil over what they believe in and define themselves as? My guess would be a definitive yes on the matter. Recent events have led me to re-evaluate myself and the way I choose to live my life. Basically I'm being philosophical, or what others call 'confused.' I feel like that I've held people up to my level of morality too much, and that every person is different, so putting my own expectations in another's life is nothing short of preposterous. It seems that in some cases, no matter how good your intentions may be for another, and if you'd prefer that they didn't do something hazardous, it seems like they will inevitably take the hazardous bridge. It becomes a moral dilemna at the part where I ask myself if I should intervene or let them live their life. I'd much prefer to do nothing, everyone will learn from their own experiences, but the possiblity of the worst always pops into the back of my head, and I feel like I would blame the entirety of the incident upon myself. Overall, I feel as if I have no idea what to do, and that I should expect less, and try to be more empathetic towards others.

These boards are a lot different than when I first arrived. Much different. Tv.com was TvTome, and Teen Titans was all I came for. Now it has been Naruto. I can say that the environment has changed, there seems to be a lack of care in the moderators' concerns and inability to take jokes...

I'm going to try out another world where people are a little more sensible and can carry out an argument without being completely ignorant.

Alright, I had the urge to do this since he's left too many questions to be put in a signature. They're listed below, if anyone desires to have me add any, just post below the blog or message me.

Whatever happened to Oro, did he somehow escape burning in Amaterasu or is he gone for good?

How did Kakashi get his Mangekyou Sharingan?

What happened to Rin?

What is Pain's secret? ANSWERED: "The Real One Isn't There." This may imply that there is a 7th body that is really pulling the strings, or something else.

How much does Naruto know about his parents?

Whatever did happen to Nagato's Body?

What's the technique that Naruto needs use the 'key' in order to complete?.

What is the other Bijuu and where on earth is it?

What happened to Kushina?

Kakashi's face?

What's going on with Kabuto and what's he planning?

What is the 6th elemental chakra that Pain is able to manipulate? Is it summoning or something having to do with a life/death element? One of his bodies did revive the other 3 dead bodies.

Well, after several years of studying, working hard and enjoying all that the school life has to offer, I came upon a critical part of my life, applying for acceptance into college. Back in late October, I applied to RPI (Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute) for Early Decision I, as they have an excellent engineering program,and I want to be some form of engineer (I like physics. Hehe.). I got a form of merit scholarship called the Rensselaer Medal in May 2007, which gives fifteen thousand dollars per year if I go to RPI, and that was for having exceptional grades in math and science. So after applying there, I waited for about a month and a half, until December 7th rolled around and I got a letter saying that I was accepted! I'm still a senior in high school, but it's such a relief to myself that I have a path that I can follow. Unlike others my age, I know exactly what's happening in December, rather than having to frantically wait in the springtime. I plan on going into Electrical Engineering or Computer Science, my mind isn't really made up, but luckily I have until the middle of my sophmore year to declare my major. I'm hoping if I keep up my running and improve soI can go out for Cross Country, but I'll have to see how that comes into play with my studies. Anyways, it's just a big relief for me to have gotten in, and also the fact that my best friend also applied and got accepted, so I can be happy because that friendship won't end with high school, like some others may. The whole experience is one that I hear much praise about, and I'm hoping that it is as good as others describe it. :D

Hi there again, another article that I thought I'd type up pertaining to how my season of Cross Country running is coming along. We as a team went to the official "Season opener" at a town that's about 45 minutes away from where I reside. It's a ten mile relay that consists of 5 leggings, so we would ideally have a team of 5 people each running 2 miles a piece. We planned on having 10 people show up so we could form 2 teams to compete, we end up leaving with only 9 showing up, ironic isn't it? So we get up there, and we've got our people who want to run all 10 of the relay, we end up having 3 of our runners and our coach on the first leg, me on the second, 2 on the 3rd, one on the 4th and two on the 5th. We ended up doing 2nd for boys overall and we lost to a girls team, keep in mind the girls team are the section champions.

My leg consisted of a series of "rolling hills", minor really, but towards the mile mark there was an intermediate hill, followed by more rolling hills, overall not bad. Finished my leg in 13:57, I was tagged by my teammate who was behind a runner from another team, I got passed by another runner, but I was able to keep the pace of the runner who was initially in front of me, I'm pleased overall. This thursday coming up is a preseason meet, but it's still a 5k.

I had just finished my race at the beginning of my junior year.

The race ends, I'm coming in the home stretch and I see the timer displaying 23 minutes, and I was thrilled, so I finished the race and I got my time the next day, 23:43 for a 5k. I had dropped 5:38 seconds off my best with just a little bit of summer running. As season progressed, I hit my best at 21:59, and I got the most improved award at my banquet for cross country, since I dropped 7:22 off my record in a season. And now in my life, I take runs at 4+ miles at a time and I enjoy it, I like the feeling when I come back after I stop breathing like I've been hit by a truck, I just feel happy that I'm able to get exercise that I always had hated doing. I learned that running isn't just as plain and boring as others make it out, I've made some good friends through running and we talk whilst we run, just having fun. Other people think I'm a little different for enjoying running, as a lot of people dislike running, but I like the challenge it presents to me. I don't have the feeling that I used to about being fat, and most of my family's response to when I would ask them if I was would be the "you're not fat, you're solid," now it doesn't matter to me what they said about it, because it's all history.

For those who are wondering about myself.

I started running when I was 15, weighing in at 185 lbs at 5'8".

I am now still running, doing 5k races around my area, I've done 3 so far this summer, I weigh 160 lbs and am 6'2" Without saying, I had a good sized growth spurt during the time. I've dropped about 7 points off my BMI in the time.

This takes part from when I joined track in myfreshmenyear.

Ironically, I found myself to enjoy throwing discus and shotput more than running on the oval red track. So, I did alright in that, not the best, summer came and I got complacent thinking that we wouldn't be doing any big running in cross country. Well, I was dead wrong, first day we ran about 6 miles, everybody else was ill-prepared as well, but they had all been doing this previous years, and were still way ahead of myself, and the pain in my legs accumulated over that week as the mileage didn't go down. Season came and went, I tried my best and I got my personal record in a 5k at 29:21. (I was happy that I was able to go the entire race without walking). The next year came and it went, repeated my history in track, and I was still a thrower, but I improved in that. During that summer, I did some running, minor at that though, maybe 2 or 3 miles once every 2 or 3 days at the most frequent. Pratice came and the pain in the legs didn't get much better that year. So I did my running and the first race of the season came, a 5k raceand I was planning on bettering myself, I had wanted a personal record of 26:00 by the end of the season and 25:00 would've made me jump for joy.

Final Part of the Blog should be coming in moments.

Yes, I've made another blog, at request and under the feeling that I've been needing to do some talking about stuff other than what's on the television and in the manga books. It's mostly about my life, leading up to introduction to running and where I stand today.Pretty much for about the first 14 years of my life or so, I was what some people would call stationary. During elementary school, I would come home to my grandmothers, my caretaker at the time since my parents worked at the time I was released from school. Once I got in, I'd be situated, turn the television on and watch whatever was on, and my grandmother would wait on me, hand and foot, and what would you do when you sit in a chair, well, I engorged myself in junk food. That would be the place that I attained eating habits from, where I would do the particular same thing every day when I came home from middle school and for a large portion of my freshmen year in high school. I was particularly smart, so I never really needed to stay afterschool too much for help of any sort, in a few clubs, but none of the athletic kind. One of my friends back in my freshmen year said that he did cross country, and I got the idea that it'd be cool to do a sport that one of my friends did, although it would start in the beginning of my sophmore year. My english teacher in the freshmen year was coincidentally the Head Track Coach, so he eventually lured me to join the track team.

Next entry should come soon.