Monday. Yesterday. It is my two weeks now living in the barracks. Ate Fely is living in the barracks. Ate Fely is one of my co-workers. And one of my roommates also. And then there's Ms Ruth, the secretary of the boss. So yesterday, they've invited me to a jog after work. I said yes. Because just few weeks back, right after Pope's visit, I weight myself. 52 kg from that of 43. Wow! Just wow. I even began to notice this huge lump in my belly called fats. If it isn't cancer... Anyways, it's beginning to be a bother. When I walk just a mile, a sweat and heaved like a pig being burned. Working in the government allows you a lot of opportunity to waste the resources at hand, or whatever you may want to look at it. In the Philippine Army, there's this huge grandstand where you can jog anytime you want. It was past 6pm, the wind was like a sweet kiss to the skin. We managed to pull a three roll in the grandstand. It was like a knot being loosen, my skin was in tears, and the wind would tongue it dry. The stretching came after that, you see we are all beginners. And waking up in the morning was not much of an ache. What a relief. One plus thing about running during PM is you get to roll in the grass for a while, breath, enjoy the wind, and appreciate the stars and the moon while you stretch, It was fulfillment. An underrated fulfillment. A Richard Linklater kind of experience; to be able to appreciate the mundane and spontaneity of life.
