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like running for the first time
It’s 6:30 pm. The lights at the PhilSports track has this faint somber glow for it has just rained a while back. There is lots of mud on the soccer field but the footballers couldn’t care less. On the track itself were runners of mixed demography. The old, the young, the serial marathoners and those who are desperately burning fat. I tighten my shoelaces and stretch my sedentary tortured back. Now as soon as I felt like it, there is no countdown. I just go and run.