For the past few days, I've seen the commercial plugs for the Ironman 70.3 Philippines. I can't help myself but get teary-eyed whenever I see the plugs.
As you know, my late brother Jo was a triathlete and his hero was a very inspiring cyclist Lance Armstrong. Before he left this world, he was about to talk to one of the heads in his university to talk about a very rare scholarship for varsity cyclists.
I remember he showed me his medals, trophies and newspaper pictures and articles regarding the name he made for himself, but he knows it wasn't enough. That's why he wanted a scholarship.
I remember how he told me how his weakness in his every triathlon race was swimming. Cramps run in our family--may we be athletic or not, it still occurs. So yeah, it was pretty difficult for him to swim sometimes.
If he were alive, I wonder how his face would look like when he sees that triathlon plug. Would he smile and get excited and guess around with us who among his friends would join the race? Or would he frown and raise his eyebrow like he would do so as to spread his sarcasm over us and tell us that he's far from qualified to race?
And that's when I'd hold back my tears because I wouldn't know how he would react if he knows about that triathlon plug. How would I know? He's not here anymore.
And because of that.... I dunno. He'd always surprise us. It's already been 2 years and I really wish that he is still alive to even make a try on that race so that at least for once I'd get the chance to see him race.
I just miss him so much... I wish... I wish... I wish he's still alive because it's great to be alive... But what can I do? I can only wish so hard and end up with nothing but tears.
As you know, my late brother Jo was a triathlete and his hero was a very inspiring cyclist Lance Armstrong. Before he left this world, he was about to talk to one of the heads in his university to talk about a very rare scholarship for varsity cyclists.
I remember he showed me his medals, trophies and newspaper pictures and articles regarding the name he made for himself, but he knows it wasn't enough. That's why he wanted a scholarship.
I remember how he told me how his weakness in his every triathlon race was swimming. Cramps run in our family--may we be athletic or not, it still occurs. So yeah, it was pretty difficult for him to swim sometimes.
If he were alive, I wonder how his face would look like when he sees that triathlon plug. Would he smile and get excited and guess around with us who among his friends would join the race? Or would he frown and raise his eyebrow like he would do so as to spread his sarcasm over us and tell us that he's far from qualified to race?
And that's when I'd hold back my tears because I wouldn't know how he would react if he knows about that triathlon plug. How would I know? He's not here anymore.
And because of that.... I dunno. He'd always surprise us. It's already been 2 years and I really wish that he is still alive to even make a try on that race so that at least for once I'd get the chance to see him race.
I just miss him so much... I wish... I wish... I wish he's still alive because it's great to be alive... But what can I do? I can only wish so hard and end up with nothing but tears.
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