I want to breathe that fire again.

I picture how I want it to be all the time. But alas, even the hardest of rock weather.

After days of contemplating to jog at the park, today I said No to my hampered self and drove to the one fondly known as Bulatan.

I could've went on after four rounds of mostly walking but I didn't. It's a strange feeling of calamity, walking in a relaxing stride with strangers running past you.

To them, I was a nobody. But to me, they were the characters behind the playlist I was listening to.

It felt great.

The stitch in my tummy.
The heaving of my chest.
The ray of sunlight amidst the tree branches.
The determination of the fat lady who ran past me three times.

The cherry on top was tutoring my cousin in Add Math after. The composite functions, the logarithms.

Ahh, I feel so alive today.