It’s the day before Christmas and I just love how slow and sleepy everything is until family and friends gather together for Christmas eve dinner and mass tonight.
This morning was quite the opposite for me though. It was filled with energy and laughter and food and chatter.
At 6:30 a.m., Annie, JunC and I met for our unofficial Christmas run along the roads of Ayala Alabang. We had no goals—no target distance nor time—all we knew was that we would run at “kwento pace.”
Somewhere in the middle of the run, I parted ways with them as I decided to head back when my knee started bugging me again. I finished 10km while they ran a fast and hilly 9.5km. We met at the park where we had our little potluck picnic: Annie brought skyflakes, dip, and pichi pichi, I brought bananas, sports drinks, and oreos, while Jun brought his favorite fig newtons.
By 8:30 a.m., I was back on the road headed for Greenmeadows on the opposite side of the earth. I was to meet my cousin from New York, Celine, at the clubhouse pool for a swim. By the time I arrived, she was headed for home, so I swam an easy 500-meters at the crystal clear pool all by my lonesome. I hadn’t swam for over two months since my Dad’s passing and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it; it was so calm, almost like a cleansing and purging before the New Year.
This afternoon is all about rest and relaxation before the long and merry night ahead. Stop reading this already and take a quick nap. I should be getting one soon too…