Monday, February 22, 2010
Jogging vs Ghosts
I'm afraid of ghosts. I'm afraid of the dark. I'm afraid of being left alone in the dark. I'm afraid of scary places. But I think I found a way for me to conquer my fear of dark and scary places - jogging. During the weekdays, I'd jog along Balete drive which is known for its white lady. During the weekends, if I get to go home to Paranaque, I'd jog around Manila Memorial Park at night. A cemetery at night isn't exactly the most coward-friendly place out there, especially when there are spots that have no lighting whatsoever.
I therefore conclude that physical exertion, sweat, and endorphins trump irrational fear of the unknown.