the breakup

i don't know how to break this to you.

it's been a sweet ride.

first time i saw you,

you instantly caught my eye.

reserved in nature,

with hints of raciness.

your silhouette, your form.

and your name.

i've always loved names with

uncommon letters like "x" or "q".

in your case, you had a "z"

i fell in love.

we soon fell into a deep relationship.

i wont say you were with me all the time,

but you were there when i needed you.

those cold mornings.

those equally tiresome nights

in up, around the fort.

sometimes we'd fool around makati.

you were my first time.

you were with me the whole time before that.

and when we finally did it,

you took me every step of the way.

you never gave up, and neither did i.

but recently i've noticed, that,

you're starting to give me a bad fit.

i think you've outgrown me.

you feel a little bigger than before.

i've tried to remedy that.

i've looked for solutions that would help.

things would be ok for a while,

then it would be worse than it was before.

now, its just really painful.

whenever you hurt me,

i just imagine the pain is not there.

you know this will really hurt me,

as much as it will hurt you.

but i think that we should move on.

i can never get rid of you,

but i don't think we can have

the relationship we had before.

expect that we may spend less

time together. sorry.

we had the best times together,

but we should always do,

what you and i are supposed to do.

what were designed to do.

go forward.

it's a mirasol (miracle)

so after Globe Run for Home, the worst half mary ever for me, i just didn't feel like doing anything more for the day. so i just gave my friendly neighborhood, home-service spa a call to get a post-race rubdown in the afternoon. i actually wanted to have my old reliable hilot, but it was going to be in short notice, so there is like a 93.2% that she wont show up.

at 2pm my therapist promptly comes over. i ask her if they did any "sport" therapy, coz i ran in the morning. she said that "it" wasnt on the list, but that she knew what to do. so i lay flat on my tummy and she did the work. man her technique was amazing.

therapist: ser, tumakbo ba kayo kanina? anong distance?

me: 21k

therapist: ah malayo layo na rin pala (there was no tone of amazement in her voice. it's usually the opposite)

me: pwede na rin.

she goes on with the rubdown.

therapist: dati akong track varsity nung college eh.

me: ahh.. (thought baloon- kaya naman pala di sha na-amaze sa distance)

therapist: actually ser, di masyado bugbog muscles nyo. ok yung pag strecth mo kanina.

pag pinulikat kayo ser, ganito gawin mo (she then gives a lesson in form on how to do the right stretching technique in the event of cramp. together with some anatomy jargon that i did not understand)

p.t. kasi yung course ko nung college. pero di ako nakatapos.

me: thought baloon- huwaw. what are the chances of that happening? a former track varsity, AND a p.t. dropout. giving me a post-race rubdown.

therapist: ser tapos na.

me: ano nga pangalan mo? para ikaw na lagi papatawag ko.

therapist. mirasol po.

sweet...

why i run

this is the kind of pic that will make anybody think about losing weight. check out them man boobs. this was taken july o9 i think. before i got hooked on running. when i stumbled upon this, it gave me clarity, why i started running. hindi ba kayo kinikilabutan?

i'm tired

thats me 15727. :-) dammit, i missed the sub 2 hour time, by 6 minutes :-(

yes. i have been absent lately. in the last four weeks, i ran condura and century. 42 and 21 k distances respectively. i had a three-day on location shoot, and tomorrow im off to jakarta for a brand seminar. and in these four weeks i was still able to squeeze in some mileage, as i prepare for the may sundown marathon in singapore.

i

am

tired

i feel it.

i look it.

wait. gotta run.