On my second attempt at extremely diurnal running, my body clock was still adjusting. I got up at around 4:30, with eyes still red but excited to pound the pavement.
I could hear rain drops from the bathroom, but was optimistic that by the time I get dressed up for a run, the rain would have tamed into a drizzle and I could do an easy run.
By the time I was ready, the drizzle I was waiting for became a downpour. I waited some more. It was 5:15 in my watch.
“Run ka?” Dondi asked.
“Sana,” I replied.
“Lakas ng ulan,” he pointed out.
By 5:30, I gave up the waiting and decided to take the running indoors. So I napped for a few minutes before going to the gym, which opens at 6:00am, where I only did 3km.
I didn’t enjoy the treadmill workout that much that I wanted to sing “Why does it always rain on me?”