The right reasons

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If you’re following me on Instagram (which you should by the way, I can be pretty stellar on a good day), you’ll know that my race kit arrived last week.  It’s a 21km run, or a half Mary as running enthusiasts would call it, and it’s on October 6.

Guys, it’s September.  And I am severely out of shape.

I don’t know what came over me and I signed up for something like that.  I can’t even imagine getting past 15km.  But it’s there and I told myself 2013 will not pass without me completing a good half Mary.

Although I’ve been doing yoga at home, I can’t really say that I am in shape.  My stats this afternoon at the gym were abysmal.

I am so fucking out of shape.

So let’s change that shall we?  I clocked in a good 5.4km today at the treadmill, though at a disappointing 33:28.  But I still have a narrow gap to improve on that one.

Four weeks to kick ass.  Tomorrow, I’m hitting CFMNL.  I’ve had that 5-day pass for so long, might as well use it now.

I wonder how spent I’ll be come Tuesday.  To be honest, I’m quite excited. :)

And I better start eating better too.  I am fucking heavy.

Enough cursing for the day.  Time for some stretches.  Oh Lord, my thighs are killing me.

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Catching up to you

So the week has been tumultuous to say the least and I desperately tried my best to compensate for the stress brought about the usual high productivity demand from work.  Eh.  Lately, I’ve been having a hard time dealing with people.  My fuse has been short, I’ve been quite impatient, snapping at everyone and it’s not even my time of the month yet.

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I have my photography classes to look forward to!  Instead of the evening sessions at AIM, my instructors Ador and Rey both suggested I take the full blown course every Saturday at Intramuros.  My enthusiasm deserves much more hours than a crash course.  Actually that’s just me, but yeah I’m pretty good at deduction.  Haha.

If you’re still not following me on Instagram, please do!  Hahahaha.  That’s a shameless plug right there!  I do my best to be as interesting as possible, and soon enough, when I start shooting more pieces, I’ll have them up there too.  No filter of course.

On a less self-indulgent note, given how emotionally taxing the year has been, I’ve been keeping myself sane and well by running and reading.  It’s not really your usual combination, but with the Adidas King Of The Road just around the corner, I’ve decided to put more effort into it.

AKA training harder and eating righter.  If there’s such a word.

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Looking at my running shoes, I also have to start acknowledging the fact that I need new ones.  Hahaha.  Currently, I am drooling over these babies.

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And by babies, I mean all of them.  I have always been a Nike girl (though I do love my Adidas trainers) and the Flyknit Lunar1+ has got me itching and salivating and craving.

Rain started to pour quite evenly here in the Philippines, and I remember running in the rain during a Milo marathon.  It wasn’t my best time but it was the best run I’ve had.

Can’t wait to run in the rain again.

Anyway, I’m off to shower and prepare for my class.  I’m hoping I get to blow their socks off and make them see that I am the best student they will ever EVER EVERRRRRRR have.

Yeah that sounds like a manageable expectation for me.  Hahaha.

Eight days

Hi Tatay.

I have created a list of everything that I need to accomplish this year.  Mostly, these are the things you bugged me to do already, and I’m sorry you’re not here to see me finish them.  You’ve always said that I am at my prime, and as much as I want to curl into a ball, bury my face in the scent of your clothes, I have so much time ahead of me.  I would not be your daughter if I wasted around and not seize the opportunities presented to me.

Honestly, I only have three.  I regret not having a better memory of the things you want me to do, but I believe these are the things that matter to you the most.

I promise to learn to swim.  That’s one of the things that has constantly bothered you.  You’re a seafood person and yet I, your only daughter, your eldest, have a hard time appreciating the sea.  It is my fear of not breathing that prevents me from getting into the water.  Never mind the fact that it can save my life, or the fact that I live in a tropical country.  My fears have taken over me — and yours hardly ever took over you.  So this year, I will learn how to swim.  I will work hard to learn it as fast as I can, so I can go back to Coron, the one place you found yourself most at peace with, and feel the water you were in surround me and my being.

I promise to learn how to drive a stick.  I know you’re not impressed with automatic transmission drivers.  For city driving, that should bode well enough, but given the number of times our family go out of town, I want to be one of those people they can count on during long drives.  They can always count on you, Tatay.  Whenever we go out, they don’t have to worry about anything because we had you.  Now that you’re gone, Ted, Daniel and I are scaling the wall to be your replacement.  But just so we’re clear, we will never do.  Nothing and no one can replace you.  Nothing and no one will ever attempt to.  It is with mere hope that we can continue your legacy… and for me, it starts with driving right.

Last and certainly not the least, I promise to continue studying.  You see, when you passed, I stopped.  I know that’s not really what you wanted, but I just couldn’t bear the thought of going through the motions without having you at the end of the day to tell you all about it.  If there’s something you continuously encouraged us to do, it is to constantly find ways to improve ourselves.  I promise I will finish my masters at the soonest possible time.  I will relearn photography and send you postcards from earth.  I will be on top of my class.  This was always your goal, to provide us with the best education a father can ever give to his children.  I will not fail.

I know these do not really matter as much as it should.  It would matter more if you were here.  But I know you’re guiding me. I know you will never leave me.  You are under my skin.  You will never go away.

You will always be my father and I, in turn, will do everything so that when people see me, they see you as clearly too.

I miss you.

8 days

Sore is the new sexy

I stayed off the ankle for about 10 days and it did not really do well for me. The entire time, I was just itching to run! The stresses of work got to me on Day 3 and the fact that I had to wait to be okay… let’s just say it pretty much challenged my EQ.

You can only imagine how happy I am to be running again. I have to admit though, it hurt to start again. That’s my problem whenever I stop doing something: when I start again, it hurts like a hammer to the head.

But… sore is the new sexy right? I’m just extremely thankful because this is the kind of pain I am happy about.

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