Running A Day Before Christmas

I have missed running four days in a row.
It must be the endless Christmas parties, the department carolling, several appointments and unfinished business to attend to since the holiday is fast approaching or else ill miss my vacation.
Well, im already home taking my much needed rest.
I woke up while the moon is resting in its early dawn glory, while the musical sounds of the insects predominate in my bedroom window
sending the all familiar citrusy morning scent while most of the people in the household were in their twilight sleep.
Not really, my chipo named Almondine was whining and greeting me with his tiny bites which became so familiar like a shitsu massage, while his tail wagging.

One can't get enough of home. The "ill be home for Christmas" theme always favour everyone's minds if you're working away from home.
And my home is in Tagum.
My favourite city in the world.
I  for my running gear including my Polar watch with GPS, and headed for the city hall
The structure rests comfortably in the eastern gland of Tagum city along the formerly sleepy and forested roads of Apokon. But that was several years ago, when i was still in my formative years, the time when the road was also famous for its sleezy bar known as Gamao and the bus terminals for Ceres, Mintranco and Bachelor express. (the BLTB of Mindanao)
The main highway is deserted at this time of the hour. I am the only runner on the road.
After 15 minutes and 2 kilometers of running, i reached my destination.
The area is so spacious that its archictect and the mayor probably considered the area to be a place for runners and bikers.

Encircling the main entrance along its facade is an almost one kilometer stretch of paved roads lined with young palms and alternating green, yellow and maroon shades of plants.

Quite a number of  folks were in the height of their exrcise.

There was a man in his 5o's on brisk-walking.

A muscular foreigner in his 60's in yellow skimpy shorts and and white singlet. 

A couple walking

Two serious marathoner.

A group of elderly men.

The still unfinished structure is looming in the expanse of a once banana plantation area
In fact traces of banana trees are still lying in the pheriphery
Tagumenos are proud of this accomplishment.
This would soon serve as a landmark for the whole city