Vit and I used to be asthma-stricken as we grow up in Quezon city. The attacks were so hard you’d think our skin and bones won’t make it alive. In high school, we went separate ways in combating the misery: I became drug-dependent while he turned to sports. Running, cycling, football, taekwondo. The stuff. Cause he’s a little bit country, and I’m a little bit rock and roll. In any case, I guess we both won the battle.
The years rolled by and today — in our mid-forties — we are more or less the same. Except that he can swim 1.5 kilometers, bike 40K, and run 10. While I can hardly make 20 push-ups.
Saturday he asked me to come as he compete in the 7th Anvaya Cove Triathlon. Because one sport for him is not enough. I said sure why not. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
I tell you, it’s not easy.