Today is such not a good day. Am having a splitting headache. And did not have anything for lunch, inspite of my take-out of tokwa’t-baboy from Chowking. I have frayed nerves (as Billy the Dude calls it) due to the looming 25k on Sunday, or rather the 42k at the Singapore Marathon, conceivably. It has been a while since I had a practice long distance run. And it is kinda a rough struggle for me now to hold out the same endurance I displayed during my first 21k at the SCTex in April and the 20k steep-climbing stunts of the North Face in Batangas. Once again, I have been faced with issues of this day that left me in a state of exhaustion. But oh well, as he puts it, “Tomorrow’s another day.” And let me add to that, “Let that be lessons learned.” Once again as I thread down memory lane, I well appreciate everything he has done and taught me. He is a friend who had been very patient, exceedingly tolerant with me. I know for myself that I can be as uncouth also.;p But he was cool and unwearied. I learned well. He taught me ably. I can say that he is one mature kiddo of aged. I have always believed he is wise for his age (and undoubtedly still do). Then I recount today that something was taken away from me. I could have cried because somehow I got hurt with the circumstances, but I didn’t. I could have raised a tussle, but didn’t bother to. Most likely, I am tired. And almost certainly, I just do not want to. Yes, I did feel dreadful particularly as I recall the excitement I felt at the time and what I had to go through to get it. Nonetheless, possibly it is for my own good. As it always has been when something is taken away from you. I just know now it is for best. I say, adios, tata.
Going back, I saw him last during an exhibit at the SMX this year. We did just right. Am so thankful we are a-Alright. God is good.
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