An hour before my alarm goes off, I was already wide awake. I lay in the dark for a moment. I turned my ear toward the window and true enough, I heard the distinct sound of rain. I propped myself up on my elbow and take a look outside. It was raining alright but then not hard enough to drench you. So I waited for a few minutes. I tried to go back to sleep but it was futile. I switched on the TV to while away the time.
After a few minutes of staring at the mindless show on TV, I proceeded to take a shower. The water was particularly cold this morning but it was fine with me. I dressed then sipped my first cup of coffee. I realized that the rain has stopped so I decided to head out.
Walking toward the track, I noticed that the pavement was still wet. I watched out for puddles that I may step upon. When I got to the track, I thought it was totally deserted then gradually, I saw the usual walkers. The track was wet too. The stuff erected to served as a stage during last Sunday’s Sinulog celebration was still there.
I started running slowly, it almost feel like I’m just shuffling. The chilly air was most welcome. Halfway through my run, there was a slight breeze but then, that does not stop me from sweating profusely. My left foot felt funny after the first few steps, later on it felt fine. I continued on my run. I only stopped to take a swig of the 100 Plus drink, a leftover from the other Sunday’s CCM. Of course, I still brought along water.
After the euphoria of the successful staging of the first ever marathon here in Cebu, I finally woken myself from the stupor I was into. Of course, not from anything serious. I was just feeling lethargic after I ran in the 5K race in the CCM. I had no idea what brought it on. On the other hand, I was happy reading other runners’ blog about their various stories during the CCM. I am dogged with the thought that, what if I was brave enough to run in the 21K, no matter how ill prepared I was. Well, that’s for another post, in the future, hopefully.
I know my running is somewhat a bit an “off and on kind of thing” for me. It’s not that I’m starting to feel bored with it or don’t want to do it anymore. I just feel the need to take things slowly or risk getting stressed out. I want to be able to head out to run and enjoy it. Somehow, tediously logging all those miles takes away the fun, for me, anyway. I’m not saying this is true for everybody.
Running is one activity ( apart from reading) that I get to enjoy, all by myself. I mean I could just head out and run. 
Though I’m still on the stage of mustering enough guts to head out on the streets for a change. The graph on my GF is pretty boring from all my runs on the track. So maybe one of these days, I may just try that.
Anyway, my run this morning took more than hour. I was hoping to catch the sky changed colors again but with no such luck. My shoes and even my socks looked like I’ve run on trails.
Still, I’m happy that I get go out again. 
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