Dreamwalker

I don't normally participate in the yearly 'collect stamps for each purchase and get a journal for next year' campaigns of coffee shops. One reason is that I feel I spend more than I would if I just bought a journal. Another is that I end up not using the journal anyway; and most of the time they don't look good.

I remember back in high school/early college times when my Mom would be singing and dancing to this song; she was obsessed with Ally McBeal, and I just didn't get it! A decade or so later, I finally started watching the series, and boy, oh boy...

I say "jogging" because I technically walk briskly most of the time. I have never been a walker - not the the type that bites people and turns them into moving corpses nor the type that goes on foot. Recently, however, I have been trying to do some things that I have been saying - for the longest time - I would do. And walking is one of them. The most conducive place for this activity, at least for me, is Legazpi Park, where there is a jogging path. It's not that big, but for noobs like me, several rounds of brisk walking, with intermittent jogging, is enough. Where does Formula 1 come in? I'm the Marussia (more like Sauber or Caterham, actually) of the Legazpi Park jogging path. Round after round, I could hear fast, heavy steps behind me, making it mandatory for me to stay to the right so they could pass. Just like those F1 teams, I get lapped. Lap after lap. Except that I get lapped in the second round, and I haven't done more than four rounds.