Dear Sunny Sunday

The stillness was disrupted by the crunching of the dried mango leaves. I intentionally squished them. I also stepped on a lonely branch because it was on my way. I can hear the local jeeps' engines. I can sometimes inhale their exhausts. I hear my own deep breathing, in and out. My copper mahogany brown hair was damp either from my early bath or perspiration. My legs are wailing, I could hear my heart drumming with my lungs all geared up. And I am 100% sure,my butt was on fire.

This was jogging at 06:00 am,with Bahbah.

I tied my hair before the last but almost eternal stride. I was listening to the systematic breathing of the other joggers,but when we turn right, it was like a vacuum. A warped zone where either you get lost or enchanted.

I have always known the benefits of running. I know that it fuels your body- mentally and physically. As I strive for getting my heart pumping blood and releasing the freons I inhaled 9x5 every night, I started to feel the happy cells dancing.

I never knew it would relieve me from stress. I've been feeling a bit of edgy and pressured this past few weeks, one, because I've been in my new post for three months already. You try to recall-- what have I done? Was I able to develop someone?Or something? I wasn't an eager beaver. But I am not lazy.

Long lines of perspiration were trickling from my nape downwards. My lungs were huffing because I was such a weakling. At last, my coffee-colored contacts can vividly see the bend...this is our 'almost-finish line' and Bahbah handed me his car keys. Being the slowpoke, I only get to do two rounds, he aims for three. He needs to lose five pounds, I have to gain more than that. We both do this for cardio.

My favorite part of jogging is so unlike with movies. I like the middle and ending, because I could feel my skin letting out all the bad juices while my muscles were being teared for a good cause.

You would always spot me,right after my 'finish line' with a Venti Taho at hand. I had it standing up or seated on the steps or cemented benches.

There was an awkward stillness around me while I finish my sweetened soy bean curd. The morning breeze had made the perspiration evaporate. There were fewer leaves to squish from where I was seated, the joggers may have swept them away. I peeked underneath my flats and saw fresh buds-all flattened by my heavy feet.

I peeled my stoked rear from the steps and walked. I would've strutted, but my sweats wouldn't give it justice.

We always end our jogging session with fishballs or siomai or tuknene (quail eggs in an orange breading). I forgot what I was so stressful about. The clenched fists and the knotted feeling were all gone, it was like sunshine....

...brighter than sunshine..