I Had The Feeling!

Alam mo ba yung masarap na feel­ing?!
Edi yung, maka-feeling ka!

I really miss writ­ing here.

8:30 AM
I woke up late for the GMK ses­sions last Sat­ur­day morn­ing. Next week, I’ll just try to make it up with the kids.

1:30 PM — 5 PM
I remem­ber my sen­sei ask­ing yes­ter­day, もうブログをかきますか？
And with an Ele­men­tary 1 reply, I said, いいえ、まだです。きょうのばんブログをかきます。

I’m really hav­ing fun with my Japan­ese classes.
Shame­less plug: Nihongo Cen­ter

I had the 39 peso, cheese­burger + egg + ham + bacon + 12oz. Moun­tain Dew combo as merienda dur­ing the break. Ito yung isa sa mga burger stands sa may kalye mala­pit sa FEU at PSBA.

Sen­sei mis­tak­enly thought of dis­miss­ing us early. But we reminded her, that we still have one full hour left. And so we did some Kanji writing.

Ok, enough of the introduction.

My Urban­ite Run
I had my early din­ner at around 5:30PM. My favorite fast­food combo: crispy chicken fil­let meal + hot fudge + burger mcdo, for only 100 pesos.

I arrived at The Fort around 7:30PM. I thought Fit­ness First will be open until 10PM. Too bad, they’re only up until 8PM on a week-end.

I find the Urban­ite Run sin­glet nice and cool. I will wear it in a Body­Pump class. Maybe in a Cycling class, too.

Shame­less plug #2: Dis­cover Body­Pump.

There were lots of peo­ple.
I see happy people.

The Kenny Roger’s Urban­ite Run is sup­posed to be my kilo­me­ter 275. I wasn’t able to post my sto­ries on the past races which includes the Mizuno Infin­ity Run, PTAA Run, Milo Marathon, and Run for Home.

Oh! Milo Marathon is still the tough­est among the races I joined in.
I sur­vived it too. Thank you very much.

I am look­ing for­ward to next year’s Bataan Death March 102k Ultra­ma­rathon. I think, it will be the toughest.

I was not happy with my run. I felt pain in my legs. I was in the verge of hav­ing cramps too.

But I was happy see­ing lots of peo­ple.
Mostly, happy people.

I even saw the girl who hooked me into run­ning.
She was actu­ally the rea­son why I run.

I run and join road races hop­ing that I’ll be able to run with her.

Maybe, give her a “Be safe” mes­sage as I passed by her.
“Strong fin­ish!” is a good encour­ag­ing phrase too.
Or maybe, talk about any­thing under the sun (the moon and the stars too) as we run.

I did the math, I fin­ished at 1:03 on the 10km dig­i­tal clock.
I drank Pow­er­ade and water too.

I felt like wait­ing at the fin­ish line.
By the law of aver­ages, she should be arriv­ing in 5 min­utes or so.

At around 1:10, I saw her sprint­ing towards the fin­ish line.
I really wanted to call her name (which doesn’t start with a D. Her name doesn’t even have a D in it).

I was able to shout “Go! Go! Go!”

See­ing her just makes the cater­pil­lars in my stom­ach, meta­morph into but­ter­flies. But­ter­flies that pol­li­nate the flow­ers. Yes, just like the flow­ers in heaven.