Run For Juan

Last Sunday, I got up at 4AM, showered, put on my rubber shoes and my newly broken-into fitness attire, packed my bag – towel, water bottle, extra shirts, slippers, revel bar - had breakfast, and was ready to leave by 5AM,
when I noticed it was raining cats and dogs out there!

I was so excited to Run for Juan that I forgot I was afraid of thunder, I forgot I hated waking up early and that my ride had texted me a semi-drunken-text only an hour before to say that he’d just gotten home and to wake him up.

So no more run.
Thunder.
Covers. Back to Sleep.

Beep! I received a call from another friend (who had just woken up and was usually completely against the idea of running) that she was on the way and she’d pass by for me. By this time my feet was snuggled under the covers and I had closed my eyes already, but surprised and intrigued by my friends enthusiasm, I got up and repeated everything I did at 4AM.

So we braved the rain, the cold (we both wore shorts giving off the vibe that we had intended to run), and the mud, and the modern labyrinth that is UP Diliman.

For what you might ask?