I found myself grovelling on top of a wet exercise mat in front R.O.X. in Bonifacio Global City, as the rain continues to pour. It's Thursday, the second day of training camp hosted by a renowned running coach. I signed up to get proper physical training. I knew I need this jumpstart to fitness.
I could vaguely hear the pep talk. Finish strong! or so I'm inclined to hear. I can hardly push myself back up. This last routine in the circuit, aptly called "suicide planks", has exhausted every breath and effort. Every muscle that is supposed to hurt throb sharply. The only comfort to this day is the cold rain performing a massage on my whole body as I lay tired and wasted. I will later bike home, struggling to put kilometer after kilometer. My body will ache for two days. I will find myself doing the same next week, hoping that I am a little stronger, more willing to endure. I know what this is for.
