I miss pre-race night when I almost can't fall asleep, super excited and worried I won't wake up to the alarm.
I miss leaving the house while it was still dark and seeing the EDSA street lights still ablaze.
I miss warming up in the holding area with other runners.
I miss gun start and the smell of sun block all around.
I miss conversations I have with myself, especially on hilly portions where I have to ignore the pain and take the next step and the next and the next till I'm on flat terrain again.
I miss the anxiety of the last kilometer when I don't really even know if I can make it to the finish.
I miss the thump thump of blood in my legs after I've crossed the finish and I walk to the water station to cool down.
I wonder if I'll run that way again.