Bridges have always been a source of fascination for men and women of all ages. For many, it symbolizes progress, connections and stability. For some, a bridge is a symbol of hope. If you can just get over that bridge, you may find yourself in a better place on the other side.
A feeling of hope. A feeling that things will be better. Such was my feeling when I glimpsed the beautiful red arches of the San Juanico Bridge on that balmy morning hours of the 20th of November in the year 2016. Up to that point, I have ran a total of 34 kilometers in a 50km race called the Tacloban City to Basey Samar ultramarathon (TC2BS). I guess the most apt term of my locomotion would be "trudge" rather than "run."