Running is no radical move. I find it fun, plus my competitive streak comes out naturally. All intention aside, I run for fun. Is that the reason why they named it Fun Run? Perhaps it’s a play of words but it works nonetheless.
I want to live healthy. Fine. Diet? No, I’ll go nuts if I do that. If I subsist under the mercy of crackers and water, I’ll eventually end up losing a bolt or two. And we all know that’s not pretty.
The escape. Run.
There have been several benefits that relates running to healthy living, so I thought of giving it a try and eat anything I want. I suppose I can stay on my calorie intake if I add a little in the loop. So below is my first try; something I did with my boyfriend given he’s been running this marathon a few times now.
A short trip to Greenbelt resulted to Gruber, Rice and Gaiman. I was supposed to get a pair of running shoes but got distracted. Stroud, Gruen, Pratchett and Follett are backlogs.
I’ve read American Gods last year – loaned by a friend – but I wanted my own copy and a reread. So when I saw a good edition, I made a decision to ignore the shoes.
Found an hour away from the city, Antonio serves organic gourmet food. The place is also famous for its homey feel that best describes the kind of dining we wish to achieve when we wish to talk and celebrate work, life and love.
Surely, this isn’t like your typical loud mouthed commercial-whore-of-a-restaurant like what we are accustomed to in the city. This one is quiet, unpretentious and literally off the beaten path.