San Antonio Village

Was at San Antonio Village last night for a party at The Alley, a complex of new apartment houses in a Makati neighborhood that in many respects should be called dodgy and a dump. So of course it was rather fun. The neighborhood grillery had delicious sinuglaw. Still had to tweet-bitch that it's ridiculous that I have to go to Vito Cruz from Pasong Tamo to access this part of town. 

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Escaped into Cubao X for drinks with David, LJ and Bert. The place is increasingly hit or miss. Well, it was hit, since we bumped into two nutjob ladies (I mean that in the nicest way), a chef and Apl.de.ap. 

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We spent the rest of the night driving around and LJ humiliating us in Burgos.

Fruit Cups

Full day. Swim. Work. Workout. Trivia.

The mornings and evenings have been cold in Manila, but mid-day has become rather hot. I'm currently writing a profile report on an educational institution -- that's the space my brain has been occupying the past few days. I experienced being denied data I needed which I thought was very public data; it irked me for a while, then I forgot about it.

Fruit Alert! Life seems to get better. Our 9th Floor cafeteria has started selling: fruit cups! for PHP 25, 40 or 50, depending on the size, you get a fruit cup with chopped up pieces of fruit with: apple, pineapple, papaya, grape, melon, mango and watermelon. I opt to eat it without the sweet milk poured on top of it. Another way for me to get my fruit fix. . .now if only I could regularly scrounge up some Benguet berries.

I really pushed myself tonight, and I realize that I CAN push myself if I've eaten right and I've rest right. This is the reward of eating and sleeping: your body won't punish you too much if you DO want to go hard.

C is reading my book again, and I have to do some reading before I sleep.

We kicked a lot of ace tonight at Murphy's.

Run #2

I thought that we would hit around 7 or 8 people tonight for our little running club. Our turn-out was 13, including a few managers and the Advisory partner. It was a very good turn-out, and I'm quite pleased that people are enthusiastic about the whole thing. My initial plan was for run #3 to take place this Thursday, but already they are demanding for something on Wednesday. Their wish is my command.

I think it helps that the paths in Ayala Triangle Park are quite pleasant, and there aren't too many people yet. We ran at 630pm, but I think that it would still be more pleasant if we returned to a 730pm start, or a morning start. Either way, we are well insulated from any car fumes when we run.

Eventually, we'll have to come up with some running programs and some running journals so that we can keep things interesting. If you have any ideas of how to make running more interesting (30-40 mins runs only), while keeping within one running venue, let me know.

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I stayed in today with C, and decided to skip trivia night at some bar in Pioneer (I have not tried yet) . I think I might have made the right decision as TMI-J texted: This place is full of obnoxious ugly youth. Ha ha ha ha ha.

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I enjoyed my boring groceries today: apple, bread, peanut butter, and juice

back from hiatus

Tomorrow evening, I play running coach to a few people in the office who want to get some additional cardiovascular exercise during the week. I'll be taking them through a 30 minute walk/run-as-you'd-like exercise at the Ayala Triangle Park. This will be the first time myself to test Ayala Triangle to see how conducive it is to runners -- it should be a lot better than nearby Salcedo Park. Will let you all know just how good a running venue it turns out to be.

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In other urban news, life is picking up again in the city after the usual long holiday break in Manila (also called December). There are outstanding projects to wrap up, reports to cram in, and people to appease. A new cycle has begun. Thankfully, to aid me in achieving all this, I have been issued a new laptop which runs at a much faster speed.

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A whole bunch of new books issued this break, so I've got my work cut out for me.