I’ve not posted in awhile because of drinking the water. Yes, the one thing we are told all of our life not to do when traveling. I was warned by my nephew, but still drank it because the waiter assured me the Ice Tea used filtered water and ice. I should have listened; the lesson here is that your host, in this case my nephew, knows better than you.
And while I was less mobile and had plenty of time to write about my last run, as the only trips I was taking were to the restroom, I didn’t have the energy or will write. With that crap behind me, – literally – I’ve decided to back off on running until my body is re-hydrated completely so no running today.
What is today? Oh yes Friday… On Wednesday I woke up late; the sun had been out for an hour already so I decided that I would run only three miles because if I were to run further the sun would take its toll on me; running in this heat and humidity as turned out to be challenging.
I would also learn that running one half hour AFTER sunrise will subject you to smoke from all the refuge that gets burned in the morning. The local’s burn everything here. In addition, most meals are still cooked over wood fires here so that adds to the smoke. This is life in the Philippines and I’m adjusting to its ways – rapidly; and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
My last run I titled my Barangay run, Village run in English. This run would take me though the various streets that makes up the Barangay of Disamparados, Calape, Bohol. These are the streets less traveled buy visitors. The only sections I’m not including pictures of is the downtown and city center areas and I already posted pictures of those areas in prior blog entries.
My total run was 3.39miles/5.45Km in 33:49 minutes at an avg pace of 9:59/mile this run I carried no water which was a huge mistake; when I sat on the wooden bench outside of my cousins house I left a wet spot; there was no a dry spots on any of my clothing. It was 78F / 86% humidity and I sweat like a waterfall after a storm.
Hold on; I hear my son yelling ‘LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM!, LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM’ LOL his auntie didn’t know he was in the bathroom relieving himself and locked the door from the outside. I know you might think this odd; but the bathrooms here are not your typical North American restroom designs.
So here is the pictures from Wednesdays run! Enjoy! Bill