Sep 28, 2011

"Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?" -- familiar

Somewhere along this stretch, the confluence of assorted feelings and emotions - pain, exhaustion, heat, sleep deprivation, hunger, frustration, thirst - got the best of me. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I could not recall the last time something like that happened to me, let alone during a run. I never saw it coming. And for the first time ever, after close to 15 hours of continuous running and walking, I asked myself this question: "Why the fuck am I doing this to myself?" Mind game. I slowed down and composed myself. Instead of trying to find the answer to the question, I told myself to just stay in the game, and to remember the short prayer that I whispered somewhere in Lubao. A son never forgets. And I was again on my way.

Sep 18, 2011

Free 'play maze'

Getting rough & dirty.
Meg was the loudest, but had done nothing to get down & slide. Ow girls? :)

Sep 12, 2011

migi's 7th birthday

aug 10, 2011 at dominican school, and at home

falling in love

I'm in love with (distance slow) running. The only thing that made me gave up weekends with my family.

A few finds I collected on the way.

We have a grapes farm here in Cebu, Philippines, Mabuhay!
Boljoon, cebu
Santander, Cebu
Meeting more 'lantays' on the way.
Just like love, I really do not know how to explain why I love distance running. =) It's probably the mix of pain, unsureness and peacefulness that comes with it. (Emphasis on distance because I get bored with running around the subdivision -- too monotonous.)

will end here before I go on preaching that running will solve all our problems. Thanks to markjohn for agreeing to babysitting alone on weekends.