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November 30, 2012
I’m sitting down in by the table in my room, with Sydney (my
Acer notebook) in front of me,helping me put into words what has been going on in my mind during the past month. I consider
this a blessing; I haven’t used Sydney for my blogging works in a while. I was scared for two
weeks because Sydney would not start. Thank God for the geek in me, I was able to resuscitateit (I clicked on System Restore with my left eye closed).I realized I have not written in my blogs for the past few months, so
with Sydney’s resuscitation,
it’s about time for me to write again, just before the Mayan calendar ends (I don’t
believe it, though). A week before the New Balance Run, I saw myself with a different vigor. I ran 10 rounds in our village, something I have not done in the past year. A day before that, I learned about the New
York City Marathon was cancelled. But on that morning, I didn’t mind. When I was running my
old familiar route, I told myself that when my New York Marathon time comes, it will never getcancelled. Maybe I got too much red wine the night before. But anyway, I have written myparticipation in my bucket list.Speaking of New Balance Run, well, I was supposed to run my 5K there. Suddenly, the
arrived the night before
(men runners, in case you don’t understand, ask your
wives or girlfriends). I could have wished for it to arrive earlier in the day; I could have given myslot to somebody else. But then I just
What transpired the week before the event was an
indication that I was not meant to run it. I wasn’t well
-prepared mentally and physically. So, Iwoke up in the morning of November 11 with a smile on my face; I was saved from future injury.I was in a different mode when November entered.
I was again at my busiest. I’m both happyand overwhelmed. So happy and overwhelmed I realized I haven’t been writing.
So here’s my November rundown.
I got myself in a personal six-month project starting November. I got a name for it: ProdigyProject. I know
I’m no longer that young to be called a prodigy. I called it such because in the
next six months, I will start the journey of knowing myself, pushing my limits, and conqueringnew boundaries.I got a lot of things at hand with my Prodigy Project
: first, I enrolled in my master’s degree class
this semester. I was blessed to be re-admitted for the second time, yet
with a warning: I’m way
passed the deadline of finishing the course.
So I’m calling this semester as the ‘make
semester (I honestly thought of taking that consequencebut I wits got me). Finally, after making too many escapes, I am facing one of my dreadedmonsters during sleep: research (first is math). I remember doing a 30-minute run one morningand I realized that I just took one step towards faith in myself. If I come out of this alive (and witha crisp publishable technical paper at hand), then New York Marathon is not a dead dream. So