Den Haag Half Marathon
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Who would have thought that a sickly child would one day go an extra mile and run a half marathon in Europe? I remember in grade school, I was not allowed to even play table tennis because I apparently had a heart murmur and I was asthmatic. So strenuous activities were not advised. That though, didn't stop me from playing "piko", "patentero" and "tombang preso" . I was also lazy as a child. I hated walking in the streets. Maybe I wasn't really lazy, but I was shy. I didn't want people staring at me in the streets. Not that they did because I know I didn't have the "charm", but just the thought you know. I had the most ridiculous excuses just so I won't walk to school, to the market or even to my friend's house in the next street. I always had to ride a tricycle. But after two or more decades, things have changed. The sickly child is now a sporty lady. I wasn't really planning to do any marathons or anyt