Why the comments are off

i share a huge fervor for jogging recently. 


it started out a couple of months ago as some kinda first step towards "staying healthy" disposition and it was hardly consistent at all - on and off, but mostly off- ! there were days where i would go "ahhh it's fucking scorching out there! how the hell imma jog?!" , "wait laaa...., now still early" and "zzzz..." back then, i abhorred anything that had something to do with jogging - just the mere sight of my trainers sitting under my bed managed to spawn a long, heavy sigh from me. not to mention the ipod - i deliberately left the battery dead so that i can have an excuse for not jogging. 


nevertheless, i jogged anyhow, reluctantly. at first, a week straight without any day-offs in between. then, it got more intense. as of this moment, i've jogged for more than 5 weeks straight, not a single day off. and damn, i've never felt better! for a moment here, i actually enjoy jogging very much, well at least i thought so..not until i realized that i've fallen in love with jogging, completely!


since the past 4 weeks or so, i dreaded for time for me to go jogging. with a toothpick in my lips and the shuffle's on, i take off every single day just like that. i love the way the air wash my face every time, metaphorically. i love how the dogs would bark every time i jogged by their territories. and how aunties gardening nearby would look up to me and give me approving nods - or whatever the hell they actually meant - and smile at me, where i would perfunctorily smile back. and of course, the cheers, grins and smirks the little kids give me.


that being said, there were times where mat rempits or better known as thugs-on-wheels would come vrooming by showing off skills they don't have. uttering curses in foreign languages they don't understand where they honestly believed that girls think it is cool - it's not - and shut-the-fuck-up-will-ya? im-listening-to-my-ipod-and-i-can't-hear-ya. you see, everytime i jogged, i sacrificed one of my senses - the most important one actually. cars would honk, bikes would pitss every time i swayed too much into the center of the street. and i simply can't hear a damn thing! the volume's tuned up to high and i honestly can't even listen to my own heartbeat, or my breath, much less a honk! go figure. 


that's why i rely on my sight pretty often - which is rather stupid really; i gotta turn my head around to see if there's a car behind my tail every 10 seconds or so. in a retrospect, a single 30-minute-session would cost me 180 head turns, which is rather amusing really to the dogs, aunties and kids. they might be wondering, "what the hell is wrong with this kid? he's got backaches or his muscles are twitching?"


frankly, ever since i downloaded shitload of owl city's songs, i've been eschewing the shuffle option and instead, entrusting the repeat function instead. the last session, set fire to the third bar by snow patrol was playing. over and over again. so if my mathematical skills are still reliable, i've been listening to this song for over 300 times in the course of 2 days - this song is currently playing as i write this. yes, over and over again -


still, the best part of all this is when i am running the last sector. the sight of the large coconut tree - indicating that the jog of the day is over - pleases me more than anything else ever could. seems so far away, and yet so close. also the first breath i would take after the 30 minutes jog is something i really looking forward to. it's fairly different! and sound of engines running overhead as the motorway is just a stone throw away. carbon monoxide plus fresh coconut-tree-released-oxygen! paradise!