I started blogging in February 2007. I had hoped to tie running to life in our nation's capital (not that I get out socially ever), or vice-versa, and sort of be a casual observer. Many running blogs are purist-oriented, and apologize for any postings that don't strictly entail running. I don't. I like running, but running is not life, life is life. I run a lot, because it is to a large degree how I drive my self-worth (you know, the running-is-life fiction that can describe reality), so I largely post about running, but I post about other things too. Other things just take longer to weave into a coherent essay.
I like to think I'm interesting, but I doubt that I am, particularly. Blogging has made my writing a lot better, however. I am opinionated, and I sometimes voice my opinions, which are liberal and cynical. I was raised to stand up and fight for what I believe in.
My divorce, final in in 2002 (although the litigation went on for years afterwards), was shocking to me because it cost me my three then-minor sons through, in my opinion, their total parental alienation by their Mother and her coterie. This was entirely abetted by the "system;" lazy harassed judges, scum-bag money-driven divorce lawyers, jaded mental health personnel who tilt dramatically towards the woman (Mother knows best!), especially if she plays the "victim" card, whore psychologists who put out for whoever pays their bill (and the man rarely has the children long enough to pack them off to several secret sessions with his own hand-picked whore), and other system "professionals." They are the great enablers of the family-destroying system called domestic law.
I talk about it sometimes in my blog because I'm still working out the complete extra-judicial loss of my children (not a one of them has communicated with me or a single relative of mine in years and their Mother won't even give me their current address), although most people don't want to hear about this stuff. But I think the tragic travesty of parental alienation syndrome (PAS) needs exposure in our society in order to eradicate it. Read Alec Baldwin's book, A Promise to Ourselves.
Anyway, I posted 184 times last year, a little test to see if I could post more than once every other day. I could, but my constant drivel cost me readership, I'm sure. Perhaps my blogging urge or interest is dying down now, we'll see, but I had planned to sum up 2008, much as I summed up 2007 last January in several posts (I posted every single day in January, another little test). 2008 was a momentous year for me for several reasons, which I hope to get into in a few subsequent posts.