The Last Runner
I saw this again yesterday. I’m so glad that I made sure to jot down my thoughts right after this event, my first half-marathon. I’m also happy that I was able to share it beyond the initial scribblings in my old blog.
I saw this again yesterday. I’m so glad that I made sure to jot down my thoughts right after this event, my first half-marathon. I’m also happy that I was able to share it beyond the initial scribblings in my old blog.
First of all, happy birthday to me! Well, almost. About half an hour to go. And it is because of my birthday that I thought to share this: I was going over my mom’s albums and I saw this picture of her. For the first time, I cannot deny that I take after her. Because …
I wanted to go for a short run when I got home this evening but as usual, the bed called and kept whispering to me that I need a nap. I sat around for an hour and a half cataloguing excuses to not lace up—the most popular one being, I should sleep early so I …
It’s a common practice in my family, especially with the old-fashioned ‘rents—and I’m quite sure that it is still popular among many others—to wear anything new for the first time like clothes or shoes on a Sunday for church. I’m not much of a church goer and I’m not religious but oddly, the practice is …
Angkor, I’m ever so happy to finally see you. It was a two-fer. I got to go to a place I’ve been dreaming to see for the longest and I got to squeeze in a half-marathon there, too. Angkor is unbelievable. The abundance in texture, detail, and history is hard to take all in one …
I almost always take the first night’s watch in the hospital. Tonight I’m with mama, watching over her as she prepares for a procedure early in the morning. I’ve been so scared. Since papa and uncle, what store of courage I have for these things seemed to have disappeared—like sugar dissolved in water, it’s there … Continue reading
I wish I meant a dog or the geyser. I actually mean my good old friend, pain. I just checked, I haven’t written anything under this category in forever! As much as I’d like to say that it was because I got better, that just isn’t the case. On the migraine front, I do admit … Continue reading
Some days I switch that around to Stupid and Brave in 2018. Many days, actually. Since this post is in the Race is Long, then it must be about running and racing. It has been ages, I know. Just imagine me doing a couple of lines of Bowie’s “Changes.” That’s it. So, Brave and Stupid … Continue reading
I was feeling slightly off from this afternoon. Two things bugged me. One, I don’t like talking about money, particularly the lack of it—especially when I’m the one with the holey pockets. And two, I don’t like feeling like the poor hanger-on. The first incident occurred when I was discussing an event, nothing big, just … Continue reading
One moment I’m bawling because the book I’m reading brought up the pain of the loss of my dad and the next, I found myself thinking of my grandma and how she would do the exact same things I was doing as I battled with the burnt bottom of a saucepan. They never really leave … Continue reading
I put it off long enough, I suppose. But by God! If it isn’t hard opening the envelope with my papa’s death pension check from SSS. Continue reading
Spectating isn’t my thing. At least not for some sports. If my sibling asked me to watch her run a marathon, I’m highly likely to say no—not that I don’t want to cheer her on and support her, it’s just that I’d rather be out there running than cheering in the sidelines. While that is … Continue reading
A friend’s father passed away yesterday. I felt crushed at the news. We are not particularly close, this friend and I, but friendly enough. My heart broke for him, his mom, his siblings. They seemed like a family similar to mine: close and loving, and probably quirky as hell too. I said a prayer for … Continue reading
I cannot love fleetingly I cannot love lightly I love with all that I am Fiercely and with all the passion in my being That is why I love very few You sit at either extremes Being unbelievably lucky or unfortunate As the recipient of my love Continue reading
Crying because I’m in pain doesn’t do anything to help but I’m doing it anyway. Continue reading