It’s snowing in my blog! (you have to count a full ten seconds to see the snow) It’s a limited offer from WordPress and will continue until…. spring? When the snow melts? Ngek.

Photo. My first snow. (well, not really. When i was in another  temperate country, it was fall-nearly-winter but that’s another story.)

      It’s just dramatic to say, “my first snow”.  It was negative 16 degrees or 16 degrees below zero. Every morning, we ran the usual 5k in a group.You’d get sleepy if you didn’t get your blood running in that kind of weather. Romy [Atty. Romeo Capulong, the PILC president, (who brought us there),  got up early every morning and walked and talked with the clients towards downtown, they walked and talked business in the snow, that’s Romy, always multi-tasking.

        As for us, it was difficult enough not slipping, “Teacher” would tell us which spots to avoid running on, don’t run on packed, trodden  snow because it’s slippery as polished ice, you’ll surely slide and slip and fall  and lose your dignity;  well, of course everything was ice  but the soft, fluffy untrodden kind could be ran on; we called him “Teacher” he once taught us how to navigate and tell direction and find our way just using the stars, but i couldn’t remember it now, in the city we use signs with words on them, everything is verbal.

         From afar, the entire landscape was a white, soft sheet of blanket spread evenly on gentle, rolling  slope, but the glistening linen when touched,  feels like a knife, kills the blood circulation in the hand. You could die if you stood still out there. We wore thermal undergarments, three layers of lycra, a wool-lined sweatshirt, then  windbreaker  fur-lined hood  or leather jackets; two layers of lycra leggings, and two sweats;  gloves; how could something as soundless and  shimmering be as lethal?  We ran in groups so if anybody’d drop dead, there’d be people who’d pick them up; and we  ran in flanks to watch each others back because it was sometimes dark and there weren’t too many people where we ran. When we got back for breakfast, our cheeks were freezing like icicles, anybody who’d try to buss you to greet you would wonder what you’ve been doing. We couldn’t wear ski masks while running because we might be mistaken for bank robbers. Running away. And be accused of stupidity. Because we dropped our loot and were running in a straight line.  Two straight lines parallel to each other.

         My circadian rhythm is back! I got it back in just one day! It kicks in early morning,  then i go  off to work , then it tapers off in the evening (or it should).  It gets horrible when i lose it then it gets inverted and  gets awry and i have to be meeting with people and working in the morning and afternoon. When it gets  inverted and it’s a work week, i’m forced to be awake for twenty hours because i have to be working in the daytime; those are my worst days. But i’m back! That means i shouldn’t engage in too many  physical activities in the evening, so i could taper off, then get a good start the morning the next day.

        I told a friend of mine it’s called circadian rhythm; it’s how our species evolved. i can get it back in one day,  if i control my activities in the evening; don’t get too strenuous! I’m going to rhyme my rhythm is  back!