I was in the cleaning mood today. I cleaned my room, organized my closet, and more importantly, I sifted all through the computer files I’ve accumulated all through-out the years. Needless to say, there was a lot of deleting, renaming, and sorting to be done. And I’m glad to say, at least outwardly (is that even the right word for it?), today, I succeeded in organizing my life. 

Moving back to the title of this entry. Sifting through computer files, I ran across a random MS word file—I have the habit of writing little tidbits of emotionally charged one-liners on unsorted and unlabeled MS word files every now and then—and it contained the aforementioned title of this little entry. 

I don’t exactly remember when I wrote it, but I think it was right after one of those grueling fitness tests our Coach just loves to make us suffer through. I don’t remember writing it, but, I have to say, the feelings described are just all too familiar.

Reading this little emotionally charged one-liner has gotten me remembering all the times, I literally did run for my life, all those other fitness tests I had to run, and all the times I felt too tired to go on. But it has also gotten me thinking, this time next week, I’d have been done with my first-ever UAAP football tournament; the UAAP football tournament, the reason for having run all those miles, and all those aforementioned feelings of exhaustion, will conclude exactly one week from now. 

And, we could either end with a whimper or a bang.

But mother fuck. All those times I ran for my life were practice—for this run of my life. I’m exhausted, and I’m crying out to whomever will listen, but, as god as my witness, I’m going to run now, faster than I’ve ever run before.

It’s time to end with a bang.