Greetings to you my dear hivers! How are you all doing? It has been gloomy here since last week, and it made me reminisce about the good old days.
Two years ago, we were actually relieved when COVID was announced as a two-week suspension because it meant we could rest for two weeks without knowing it would take two years, consuming our remaining two years of college. During my junior high school years, I was very excited about the Milo Marathon, which takes place around the last week of September and is attended by university students, certain company employees, and marathon enthusiasts. I'd watch it on TV and wish I could participate when I got to college, to run with my classmates, drink a cup of milo afterward, spend time with them, watch the cheerleading performances, and make sure I completed all four uniforms of the marathon during my four years of college, but sadly, COVID intervened, and I missed the two milo marathons, an activity that I only get to experience in college, an activity that I have been dreaming of completing when I get there. But that's fine, it can't be undone, it's already happened. Still, I'm grateful I've joined two milo marathons.
