Artists gotta make art. It’s what they do.
Hubby recently joined a 50 km (31.25 mi) run and I went as support. Typhoon Hagupit was expected within the day but the organizer declared that it was a “rain or shine” event so a few minutes from their 4 o’clock gunstart on that chilly, windy morning, sixty-three determined ultramarathoners eagerly listened to instructions.
“This is a no-fuss run: No freebies, no media, no gimmicks. Just plain running.” I watched with amusement when the participants cheered to that. “They must really just love running,” I smiled to myself, admiring their passion. And run they did and at the end, they celebrated well, in their own no-fuss kind of way.
Now that’s how I felt when I went to watch an Arnis tournament recently.
The participants competed fiercely such that one lady who passed by asked how much the cash prize was. When I answered that there was none and that…
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Robert Mitchell Jr. 