Busted!

I am trying to keep a low profile in terms of my exercise routine.  I started this blog as a means to keep up the momentum and monitor my progress, and possibly to write down my thoughts in a free-flowing kind of way.  It  has primarily focused on running and exercise but who knows, one day there could be swimming, sewing and cooking in this blog as well. 

I know that writing things down in a blog is not exactly keeping things to myself and is subject to public discover and scrutiny.  And I suppose it was only a matter of time before non-family members found their way here.

True enough, my main inspiration for running has found me out.  Nikki surprised me with a message a couple of weeks back saying that Armand had found the blog.  (I'd clicked on the link to his blog to see what they'd been up to, so that must have triggered something in the cyber world.)   We exchanged a couple of messages on the matter.

She was proud of me for embarking on this journey and reminded me to celebrate my achievements (big AND small).  My first blog post said that she had ran a 16K marathon.  She clarified that she has ran in 3K, 5K, and 10K races.  She hasn't quite taken on a marathon, which by definition covers a distance of 42K, but she has successfully completed a 16K race.  

Well, when I started this blog, crossing the street was enough to get me huffing and puffing.  Sixteen kilometers was equivalent to a marathon to me.  Of course, I know a bit better now.

She is currently training for her 2nd 16K race on 22May (good luck, Niks!) and is contemplating a half-marathon (21K) in CamSur in September (go for it!). 

Me?  I am happy if I am able to get up in the morning and brave the cold.  I decide whether I am turning right towards Coolong or left to Old Northern Road.  My watch has a battery again so I have the option of checking the time if I wanted to.