[Illustrado] Bad guys who do good

Regina Layug Rosero, biker scout
Regina Layug Rosero, biker scout

Regina Layug Rosero walked five kilometers every night, seven nights in a row, and lived to write about it.

I trudged a few more steps in the evening rain, sweat dripping down the back of my neck and my chest. I could feel a few drops on my forehead, threatening to slip, stinging, into my eye. My legs were beginning to ache, my feet starting to drag across the concrete sidewalk around the park. The fatigue of each kilometer was starting to catch up with me. I spied a park bench, and made my way towards a moment’s rest. I took off my biker scout helmet as I sat, and my husband handed me a bottle of water. I couldn’t lean back to relax; the protrusion on the back of my armor was too large. I rotated my ankles as much as I could in my rubber boots, thankful that a biker scout had such little leg armor.

I’d been walking every night since September 23, at least 5 kilometers per night. Every morning when I woke, my legs were stiff, but come evening I would march once more in my biker scout armor. My husband was ready to catch me if I collapsed.

My name is Regina. I’m a biker scout, and I did this for the children of the Philippines.

Originally published in Illustrado magazine, December 2013.

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