The boys at work have been asking about my next trip to Masbate. Apparently they have a bet going on who among them can make me get on one of the ellipticals at the FRC Gym for a 30-minute workout. Indeed it was one of the come-on’s about being assigned to that beat, rather it seemed to be a great idea at the time. But when I finally got there all I did was take a funny video of the guys working out and playing badminton. I was always the first one to show up at the mess hall though, even if it meant a trudge through the dark and muddy flight of stairs from Staff House Seven. That in itself was exercise enough for these weary bones.
Life begins at home