Jealous? Who?

Running is such a jealous sport. You got to set time for it, love it both in fun and lazy periods, devote time to it and spoil it every now and then (e.g., pay expensive registration fees for select races, an expensive gear or two yearly, etc.).

If you ignore it for some time, set it aside for more worthy pursuits, or just make it last in your priorities; it haunts you with jeans that won't fit, a bulging tummy, love handles that previously did not exist. It gets even. 

It lets you pay for the times you ignored it.  You suddenly have extra expenses for medicines for the trip(s)  to the doctor, you swipe your card more than the usual for the new set of clothes because your favorite shirts are too tight for comfort.  

I should know because I'm paying for it now.

Sorry, dear Running. I'll try to make it up to you. I promise.

Tapots Milestone: 6k Without Walk Intervals

Yeah, non-stop run, albeit at a steady slow trot, for about six kilometers at the Mactan Export Processing 2. Or at least that's what Google Earth tells me.



Four 1.49km laps equal almost 6km... I hope I do that in the next race (God willing, I'll run a race this Sunday).

I guess the trick was just the taking it slow. But I don't find that easy during race time. When the starting gun fires, I can't help but speed away...then slow down at the 3rd kilometer...then start with the walking intervals. Oh well, wish me luck.