So yesterday, my friend, Gianne, and I went out for our usual run even though it has been pouring since around noontime. When I say, ‘went out’, I mean, we really did go out of school and started brisk walking from there to Lacson St. Usually, after class we’d just run around the school’s oval but it just started to get quite muddy and the water was starting to pool everywhere so we thought of running outside campus instead. Anyway, we were pretty giddy about it even though we were probably so funny-looking since everyone else was trying get out of the rain and there we were, pretty much amped on our ‘brilliant idea’. So, we haven’t even gone that far yet when it really started to pour like hell. We were pretty much soaked which we had a really good laugh about. People we’d pass by on the street or the usual trisikad drivers would ask us why the hell were we out and completely soaking wet. But we still went on our way until we reached Lagoon and did a few rounds. By the time we reached KFC, we were exhausted but I think it was the good kind of exhausted. We felt great actually but we definitely swore not to do something as insanely stupid as that again.
Maybe, yeah, it was a pretty bad choice but like what we said, we charge it to experience. We wouldn’t have known it was a bad choice if we never did it. It’s always better that way, rather than wondering your whole life of what-could-have-beens’ and the whatnot.
