Pink baby won’t make it

 

It’s all because of the hard-headed me. 

My pink baby won’t get to the Skyway..  Aww..  

Last night’s run told me. 

Running shoes and High-heeled shoes.

I just discovered today one of my strange quirks as a newbie runner.

I am a very feminine runner. 

After coming from a practice run and parking my running shoes, I would decide to wear a high-heeled shoes to work.  I would feel a strange assertion of my femininity after sweating it out on the street trying to mimic the strength of a man’s legs while armed with that boyish running shoes.   

Today, I had my first ever weekday morning run in UP (on weekdays, I usually run late nights).  Now, I am wearing high-heeled sandals to work.  The tito and tita in the boarding house could not help but air their side-comments, seeing me already tall but still wearing tall shoes.  Tito said, “Alam mo malaki din ang kita sa pagmo-model, subukan mo nga…”  And Tita seconded, “Oo nga, yung mga ganyan kapayat, di ba dapat model?”

I didn’t react anymore.  I don’t know how to reply to that.  ;D  Sige na nga, model na lang ng high-heeled running shoes?  Wahahahaha!