Some say losing weight is a bitch. What these people don't realize is that keeping it off is an even bigger bitch.
Sometimes, it's hard to tell whether my fitness routine revolves around discipline or paranoia, and so as it often happens, I had that irresistible urge to squeeze a quick run in this small crack I found in my crazy schedule. It was around dinner time and I just stepped out of a meeting in the Central Business Ditrict. So underneath the veil of darkness, there on the side of the road, I shed my corporate clothes in exchange for my active wear. (No matter how often I do it, I could never get used to changing in the car. It makes me feel like I'm about to stage a heist or something.)
As always, my track broke beyond the boundaries of the Legazpi Active Park, as later on, I found myself making careless loops around Legazpi Village's unassuming streets. The orange glow of the lampposts mixed with the sweat falling unto my eyes, and the addictive fatigue made it seem like the city is ablaze. Along the way, there were so many interesting sights to help me distract myself from the fact that my thighs were throwing expletives at me, while your shins were openly and seriously planning my murder. Being in the Central Business District, perhaps most people imagine what I did to be playing tag with cars, or flirting with harm and death but surprisingly, the streets were rather empty, yet it felt secure. The sparse motorists I had to share the roads with were courteous, but I think the word to underscore here is SHARE, as It helped that I practiced proper runner's etiquette. To be honest, it would have been a nice run, almost as good as the ones I usually have at BGC, if not for how the air in the area is extra thick and heavy. I don't know if it's only the weather and the humidity that particular night, but after sometime, it felt like I was running on altitude. read more