4.7
Descriptive, not dramatic, before noon.
Woke up late for a 10k. French-pressed Sagada arabica, pan de sal. Taho and oreos with milk for the kids. I join V.’s class from 830, then D. takes over at 9 (it’s her lunch break) until 10. I do 3 30-minute lessons, send a few emails and line messages. I translate texts with H. for a descriptive survey we’re running for work.
The Pulse Asia survey for the elections came out, and we’re happy Robredo’s got momentum. She went up by 9. The tragedy is that Marcos is far ahead. Analysts noted that he’s winning in the middle class.
4.10
Savoring Sauntering Sunday
We went to the mall, savoring and sauntering in the joys of Sunday. Lunch, arcade games, supplies at the bookstore, gelato, coffee. We wear masks, fully vaccinated, and boosted, and it is as if the pandemic has gone past us. In the afternoon, I run a 10k (5”44/km, 57m 26s). The other day I did 40km (31km/h, 129w) cycling routine via Zwift which I do a few times a week. This evening, I speed up recovery (physical and mental) with a book, a beer, and a fascial massage gun. I feel both strong and mellowed by age. Maybe more mellowed.
4.23
Process Maps
What’s wrong with me is that I’m always figuring out what’s wrong with me. It is as if my mind never ceases to create these never-ending process maps that always ends up with something sordid. I line up the reasons, root causes, next steps. Utilizing my corporate background and the resulting corporate trauma, I was really just trying to organize my anxieties. Naturally it will lead to something depressing, though I’ve never been diagnosed with depression, it does sink me. I do think I know how to fail this process. I have to distract it – family, running, reading, coffee, beer.
