The feel of your feet hitting asphalt. The seemingly endless road ahead of you, taunting you to give up. So why do I come back? More so, why do I do it several times a week? A friend once asked me, "Ano ba ang nakukuha mo diyan?" Oo nga naman. Ano nga ba ang nakukuha ko sa pagtatakbo? I mean, it's just me and the road. There's no scoreboard telling you you've won. There are no team mates to pat you in the back, or do a high five for a three-pointer. Me. Road. That's it. It's a personal thing. It's my moment of solitude. It's where I experience joy. I haven't won any of the races... as far as placing first, that is. I don't have a personal trainer or a coach urging me to improve my split times (or maybe I should).
It's simply the sheer joy of knowing I have conquered myself.
