Dont Know What To Title It . . .

I haven't posted anything for while. I guess I just haven't had anything important to talk about, but now I do.

Tonight, my mom and I got into a pretty big fight over, what I think, is something pretty freaking pointless; I got a 2 out of 5 on my outline for Psychology. Her whole argument was that i should have put more effort into it and that I should have written more. My argument was that I didn't know that I was supposed to write more because my teacher hadn't told what was supposed to be in the outline, just that she was mainly looking at the thesis and if she wanted us to change anything she would tell us. Throughout the whole argument she kept repeating the same phrase over and over . . . "You should have written more! You should have put more effort in!" Eventually, after i had exhausted every reason for why I hadn't, and she continued saying her "repeated phrase", I just went crazy and screamed "I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE WANTED!" and i got up and left the table and started heading up stairs while she was still saying more stuff. I ended it with "Screw you!" and went into my room. I tried to do my homework, but couldn't, so I said "f this! I'm going for a run."

I went for a short run around my block until I came back to my house. I just sat in the driveway, thinking about stuff. I watched the clouds glide over the moon. I saw how even though everything else was covered by clouds, the moon's light was shining through and I could see the moon perfectly. I said that once all the clouds passed over the moon, I would go inside. I begun thinking about my life, and about the lives of others.

How right now, my life, and the lives are others, are so insignificant. I mean, think about the entire world, and all the people in it, how insignificant 1 or 2 of those people are (or outlines for psychology). Only a small percentage of the people in this world can actually say they've done something great, made an impact on the world, left their mark. I want to be one of those people. I look at my neighbors, and the people around me, and I see what they've done with their lives, and I wonder if I would feel fulfilled living that life. Yeah you have a nice house, a nice car, and wife and kids, but are you fulfilled. If you died right now, how would you feel looking back at your life?

I'm not the smartest kid in my class. My grades are fine, but they're not exceptional like some of the people around me. I'm not going to get a 2300 on the SAT's, but if i had or did these things, what would I do with them? Go to a good college. Graduate at the top of my class and score a job in a huge corporation. Earn a good salary, enough to retire at age 55. Live the rest of my life in a retirement home. But would I be fulfilled with all that? No. I would've done nothing to make my life different. We only get one chance at life. I want to take adavantage of that chance and make my life better than any life lived before it.

School/ Time Trial (8/22/08)

School starts in 2 days. Sucks mucho. We also have time trials on the first day of school which is where the whole cross country team runs 2 miles around the track. It shows where you stand on the team and what kind of shape you're in. I'm kinda nervous but also pretty excited to see how far I can push myself.

First Practices (8/20/08)

So far, there have been 3 days of cross country practice. The first practice taught me a lot. First off, I found out I'm not in as good of shape as I thought i was, which sucks. Second, Jason is now faster than me, for now hehe, but he's been working hard to kick my ass. I didn't go to the second day of practice because I was throwing up my panda express, yummy. It smelled like beef. The third day of practice, which was today, was pretty good, even though i was cramping up and my shoulder had this piercing pain. So all in all, the season seems pretty challenging, but I'm ready for it.

YAY (8/14/08)

YAY.
I got my driver's permit yesterday so I'm hella happy. I went for a little drive after i got it. It was just around an empty parking lot. I was surprised at the sensitivity of the pedals. They're really sensitive. yup.

Here's the thing... (8/4/08)

Well, here's the thing. I thought a I had a ton of things to right about, because I was always thinking about these things when I was running, but, instead, i had just been thinking these same two or three things over and over again. So, I'm changing the blog from "writing about my thoughts" to "writing whatever I feel like righting about." hehe

Running is my therapy (7/21/08)

I went for a run again today. It kinda sucked cause i got some bad cramps and my shoulder was hurting, but whatever. Here's what i was thinking about:

Running is my therapy. When i have something to think about or a big decision to make, i go for a run. It helps to clear my head so i can solve all my problems. If I'm mad, or sad, i go for a run. I guess it just makes me too tired to be bothered with being sad, or mad, or however I'm feeling. I don't need a therapist, I have running.

Why do I run? (7/19/08)

Well, I went for a run today. It was a pretty nice run. No cramps or anything. I started thinking about why I run, about why I'm running right now. Is it because I have to, obligated to run because of the responsibility I have towards the team? Is it because of the expectations people have of me? Or is it because i truly want to be running right now, just for the fun of it? I believe it's a little bit of each. If I chose not to run, there would be a whole team of people who hated me, who despised me because I let the team down. People have told me that they're going to do cross country next year just to see how fast I've become. What if I'm not as fast as they expected me to be? What if I'm just as fast I was before, or slower. I won't magically become faster over time. I have to push myself and work towards getting faster, which creates a "I have to go for a run today" rather than a "I want to go for a run today" mentality. I thought to myself while I was running, "why do I want to be running right now?." It's because, at the end of the day, no matter what reason i had for going for a run, I always felt better when I got home, than when I left.

Made a blog today. Yaaaaaaaay.

Today, 7/17/08, i created a blog about my running (long distance).

A bit of background:
My name is Michael Karp. I'm 15 years old (16 in 3 days) and...well...i run. I was always the fastest long distance runner in my class. I ran about a 6:45 mile in third grade and broke my school's record. My time never really changed until about 7th grade (middle school). I joined the basketball team and track team and at the end of the year i think i was running low 6's high 5's. In 8th grade though, i joined cross country, basketball, volleyball, and track and at the end of the year my time was 5:15.

The next year i went into high school, a little skeptical whether i really wanted to do cross country or not. I'm glad I did.

The guys on the cross country and track teams taught me A LOT, not just about running, but about life too. I know it sounds kinda corny, and i know they'll make fun of me if the read this, but whatever.

Long story short, by the end of freshman year, my mile was at 4:41, and by the end of sophomore year, my time was STILL 4:41. I had a pretty crappy track season. Completely my fault though. No one to blame but me. I got my 2-mile time down to 10:27, pretty happy about that but still not fast enough. No time I've gotten, or will ever get, will be fast enough.

Now, it is the middle of summer vacation of sophomore to junior year and I'm getting ready for the cross country season. The former leader/leaders of the team have graduated and i was number 2 runner during freshman and sophomore year, but that doesn't mean I'm number one this year. A lot can change over summer. If someone is faster than me at the beginning of the season, I'll make sure to kick their ass by the end. hehehe


When I'm running, millions of thoughts about running and life and things like that run through my head. I'll be writing down all these thoughts, or at least most of them, in this blog. Yaaaaaay