joined a mountain bike race yesterday. its actually my first mountain bike race. its a pretty tame race by mountain bike race standards, but I just wanna gauge how I fare with other bikers and I pretty much finished within the time frame I was hoping for, and seeing myself pass over a lot of younger and healthier looking bikers specially on the hill climbs made me realize this 40 something fat ass isn't doing bad.
also, on a serious note: was looking at the tally of how much foreign aid the philippines got since the super storm hit
, and realizing how much money and help this country got from its friends really hits a nerve. after seeing so much heartbreak from the first few days after the storm its awesome how the rest of the world seemed to pull together and mobilized their people and sent money and relief goods (specially medicine) and doctors and soldiers to help this small bunch of islands down south of us. people here and outside are at awe how the people in tacloban and samar and all seems to be pulling themselves up after having their lives and families literally swept off them, but what is missing in the stories are how american servicemen, doctors from medicin sans frontieres, disaster experts from australia and japan, teams from england and the rest of europe, etc... have on a few days notice just landed here and gave the people not only what they needed but also the hope that they will survive this. fuck yeah!