Oftentimes, I get to pick some worthwhile life lessons along the Road. And this Batanes trip had a unique way presenting such in packets of idiocy in bursting colors right down the road. The effects of Typhoon Tisoy were amplified. The terror of uncertainty in each day of cancelled flights back to Manila had eaten much of my sanity each passing hour.
There was nothing much left to do likewise – except to wait. Just wait. But waiting isn’t exactly my forte. The trip was a hardcore test of patience. I was frustratingly caught up in an endless eat-Netflix-sleep cycle, I needed some partial way out. Nothing much of a choice, the most logical other thing to do for me was run.
So I did run.
So hard that it somehow almost cost me my life.
That day, I took the liberty for a long, good run. Compared to prevous days, it was a fine and bright day ahead with the Wind blowing calmly, the sea breezing just like a Batanes-normal day, and the sun showing off scorchingly. But somewhere in Itbud, odds started to go against my favor, tides were turned, skies turned gray, and a heavy outpour happened, leading to literally a quick perfect storm. I ran against the howling winds and the rains. At some point, I had to crawl, taking a tight grip on the road fence, to prevent myself from falling off the ravine. Everything was too intense that I maxed out the bp reading on my smart watch. For the first time in a very long time, I knew what fear was. It looked like death.