run, fool, run....

Today was not as productive as my day, well, 12 months ago. I woke up, gave Enzo a bath, dressed him, gave him food and yakult, washed the dishes and his bottles, let him watch TV while I slept again at his side, locked ourselves up in Dindi's room, ate an apple and three bowls of champorado for lunch, did some laundry, took a nap with Enzo, hung the clothes by 5pm, gave Enzo another bath, ate dinner, put Enzo to sleep, and finally stared blankly at my laptop.

Then suddenly, after reading a topic at a site we shall not name, I had a genius idea. I turned off my laptop, looked for some particular clothes and shoes, and dressed up. And went outside to, wait for it, wait for it.... run.

I don't run as frequent as the members of my family do. Nor do I enter fun runs or running competitions like they do almost every week. But yes, I do run, just not that frequent.

What made me do this bold gesture? Just the thought of living a sedentary life did the trick. The last time I attempted to run and succeeded was November last year. After that, I never ran ever again, well, not until today.

I have actually missed the advantages of running. And most of all, the time given to oneself to think about anything.

Sometimes when I would run, I would most likely than not make a story or make up a new topic to talk about in my blog in my head. And after finally composing that "whatever", I would always tell myself that I just have to blog that "whatever". But every time I end up in front of this laptop I always fail to do so.

See, now I have actually ran out of words to say. But this I have to say...

1. I don't expect for my parents or anyone else in that matter to enter me in a running competition or fun run anytime soon. Let my running be something personal and something that I actually want to do at a bursting moment.

2. Please don't buy me running shoes as well, because for sure, this running affair will not last that long.

3. Let me realize that what I have said in No. 1 and 2 are beyond conceited. Yes, Danica, get a grip, and please do get a grip of reality.

Yes, I know running has it's benefits, and blah, blah, blah. But I just can't believe that it made me finally realize something. I have realized that I really do not get that impressed anymore. Only a very few things amaze me, and they are most likely seen in Nat Geo or Discovery. My perspective in life has now reached another level. And I don't know if I should be proud.