Why hello! I’ve been gone for a few days. Thing is, I’ve been here all along…running, swimming, biking, and, like most of you, running around like a headless chicken shopping for Christmas gifts. Who’s been gone then? My trusty ol’ 15-inch Macbook Pro, that’s who.
My dear Mac was stolen from my car three days ago. My car was parked in front of Isabella nail salon at South Supermarket, Alabang. As I had the pedicurist cover my two dead toenails with bright red polish (TMI, I know), some thief had grabbed my Mac—along with all my files which I had last backed up 5 long months ago—while my driver purchased a drink in the grocery. It was clean, quick, and completely horrifying.
After cursing for around 10 minutes, reporting the incident to the security guards, and wailing to my family and friends about my great misfortune, I had to stop it with all the self-pity and remind myself that, just like my bike crash last July, I was still fortunate to be safe. Truth is, after Yolanda and all other craziness going in this world, I would be a spoiled brat to complain. So, I spent another 5 minutes cursing those robbers and praying that they rot in hell, then I sat at the corner of Starbucks sipping my Toffee Nut Latte staring at the wall. For the first time in my life, this workaholic running blogger had absolutely nothing to do…and I wasn’t complaining. After all, there is much to be thankful for.
By the following day, I got myself my impromptu Christmas gift. (Well, it’s not like I had a choice, really.) I got myself a lighter, thinner, and much more powerful Macbook Pro. Yes, the new one with Retina display. To say that I am happy is an understatement. If fashion bloggers go gaga over designer shoes and bags, this running blogger goes crazy over running shoes and gadgets in the same manner.
This is the first blogpost that I am writing using my new baby. Since I wasn’t able to blog the past days, I’ll be catching up with all the planned blogposts within the next few days.
Hoping that the Holidays have treated you better than those robbers treated me! And, hey, even if traffic, injuries, obnoxious politicians passing through village gates, rude people, or thieves get in the way, don’t let them get to you. It’s that time of year when we should believe in all the good in this sometimes nasty world.