I run solo.
I sign up to nothing but waking up early.
I commit to no one but two people I leave behind sleeping.
I listen to no rhythm but my heart’s.
I earn no no medal but my Garmin e-badge.
I run solo, and today I did 21K.
This week’s exciting. I would be Alabang-bound most weekdays. Barely recovering from my first half marathon this morning, I decided to walk to my training’s venue without realizing it’d be quite a distance. Not that I can’t but clueless where and who to look far with 30 minutes to go wasn’t a smart idea. I made it anyway and I’m now killing time at a Starbucks on my lunch time.
Mood: 2/10 Honks! (Hope this Venti Americano does its job.)