I’ve followed by heart, and it led me to Mt. Pandadagsaan—to trails only heard on tales, to experiences I’ll keep for life, and to people who were so generous with their time, heart, and effort. They say it takes a village to raise a child, I say it takes a whole running community to complete a marathon, most particularly if it is a road-to-trail kind of event.
For some reason, the meaning of ‘fun’ has now evolved into a pretty much messy definition. From what used to be a chill hike – to temporarily escape the strains of mundane life – now we’re pressured with time, endless assaults, unforgiving downhells, and intense mental battles.
This blog wouldn’t last this long without you in the picture. My heart is forever grateful.
Tell me you’re crazy without telling me you’re crazy: I recently joined an ultramarathon event.
Still feels like a bad dream – except that you’re no longer waking up.
The shortest distance between two points may be a straight line. But I guess there are certain views that can only be appreciated when we take detours. There are lessons that make more sense when we opt for the rough road. And there are presents that can’t be otherwise enjoyed unless we follow the longer route.
Here are some of the quotes that I truly love from Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild – the story of Christopher McCandles – a young man who was found dead in a bus in Alaska in 1992 after years of traveling across the United States. Into the Wild tells the life story of how Christopher McCandless set out on a solo backpacking adventure into the notorious Stampede Trail.
Spice up your online community and make your friends feel that you are there for each other with these interactive Zoom games and activities. Let us normalize conversations with regards to mental health!
Fridates with Kamote is an online support group born to provide encouragement in this time of pandemic. This aims to lighten up the burden of each member by affirming what has been felt all through the week and motivating each other to keep fighting, to keep living despite and in spite of.
Traveling has always been my personal means of escaping the hassles of work and naggings of life. Weekends were my ‘me time’ – a time to recharge, to eliminate the toxics of my life, to connect with nature. But the onset of the coronavirus pandemic has left me constrained within the four-walls of our house, surrounded by concrete buildings, chained by regulations forbidding any geographical movement.
My mind has become a gruesome battlefield for almost four months of quarantine now.
Dakilanglaagan 