Monday, December 31, 2012

That's all folks!



Yay! In just a few hours Year 2012 will reach the finish line. Just like a runner crossing the finish line, she will join her fellow runners and recall the highlights of the race. And since Year 2012 is almost nearing the finish line, I would to look back and reminisce the races I have joined – races which allowed me to meet great people in the various running communities who shared their valuable insights about running.

January 14, Kapitan Pepe Run

 
February 4, Araw ng Cabanatuan Run


February 15, WU-P FUNd Run


March 10, Saya lakad, Saya Takbo 3


April 7, Power Run


April 14, I can Run


April 28, Bayananihan Run


May 19, 1st Nerivi Fun Run


June 16, Sandigan Run


July 28, Kaugnay Run


July 29, 36th Milo Marathon (Manila Leg)


August 27, Victory Run


October 13, Takbo Para sa Kalusugan


October 28, Run United Philippine Marathon


November 17, The Bull Runner Dream Team Run


December 9, 36th Milo Marathon (Finals)


December 29, 2KThirteen Run

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Curtain Call: 2K Thirteen Run



It’s been some time since I last joined a race in Cabanatuan City. And I realized it best to pay homage to the city which streets became my training ground in the past months. Besides, I need to shed off those extra pounds brought by the holiday season. Hence, 2K Thirteen Run was just right in time and I enlisted in 21K along with my friends.

Anyway, I wrote something about my experience for a friend so I guess I will just post it once it comes out. For now, here are some of the photos taken by Lino Veneracion.


















2KThirteen Run



As per my training calendar, I am on the 13th week. It sends me chill down in my spine for I barely have seven weeks left to train for my first full marathon. Hence, I resolved to the idea of joining as many half-marathons as I can.  But this cheapskate runner just couldn’t swallow spending so much in travelling to Manila just to join half-marathons. So when I heard 2KThirteen Run has 21K Category, I enlisted right away. I have joined half-marathons in Laguna and Manila but I have not tried joining in the same category in Cabanatuan City. It’d be less expensive for sure plus the fact that I need to shed off those pounds brought by the holiday season.

RACE DAY
I got to Dats Mix earlier than my friends so I tried to relax while I waited for them. Not long enough the runners started to arrive. In an instant everyone could feel the heightened energy. I squeezed myself among the crowd and exchanged pleasantries with my fellow runners. I spotted my friends Rommel Dasig, Moises Lindain, and Melvin Punongbayan. We stayed a bit far from the growing crowd as we waited for the gunstart. Not long after, Marlon Florencio, another friend arrived and joined us. Although everyone was busy and pre-occupied with pre-race excitement, I was getting worried that the race had not started yet. Soon the sun would come out and although I have been running for a little over a year, I still fear the scorching heat of the sun. Just the thought of it drains my energy.

Not long after, I heard my name. I was to lead the warm-up exercise. As soon as the warm-up exercise was over, I lined up along with the other runners at the start area. I wasn’t sure what my fellow runners were thinking but I just wanted to run as soon as possible. I dreaded the idea of getting exposed under the sun doing a tough activity. Hence, it was a relief when the emcee finally gave us a go signal to run.

I maintained a slow and controlled pace. Although I wanted to complete the race as soon as possible, I knew I shouldn’t use up all my energy that soon.  Later on, I added speed and ran past my fellow runners. I exchanged small talks to some during recovery periods. During water breaks I took time to notice the most peaceful landscape with morning mist rising out of endlessly green fields. Hardworking farmers waved and cheered for every runner. This serene experience erased all my doubts and apprehensions which clouded my mind early on. Once again, I felt the therapeutic effect of running to my heart and soul. 

Not long after, Marlon ran past me. I called his attention and asked him to wait for me. We ran together towards the U-turn. He helped me with my pace. At first I could still keep up with him. But later on I kept asking for walk breaks. I knew I had to conserve my remaining energy for I didn’t intend to flag down the ambulance for any medical help. I took longer walk breaks while Marlon continued running. My energy-meter was really going low. From time to time he would throw some jokes to cheer me up. He would imitate the way our friends run. I would laugh at him but the positive energy was short-lived. The scorching heat of the sun was killing me (okay, I’m being theatrical).

As always, the last 7K is the most challenging part of the race. At this point I was no longer aiming for anything but to finish the race. It was no longer a race between me and my fellow runners but little by little it turned to be a battle between me and the tiny voice in my head telling me to quit. I asked Marlon how far we were from the finish line. When he told me it was barely 5K, I half-jokingly said, “kaya ko nga ang 10K, 5K pa”, trying to cheer myself up to lift my sinking spirit. It was just too hot and I was not prepared for that. 

When we finally ran past the Vergara Bridge, I knew it was about 1K from the finish line. I gathered all my remaining strength as I poured the remaining water in the bottle on my back. It refreshed me somehow. Few hundred meters away from the finish line and I could see my friends waiting. As soon as I crossed the finish line, Kuya Rommel approached me. He made me walk to continue cooling down my body. It was disappointing that I didn’t bag 3rd place but it would have been disappointing if I ended up with an injury.

Running is always a humbling experience for me. It reminds me of the things I did and did not do during trainings. Those lazy mornings when instead of doing speed training I opt for easy pace, those days when I should have been resting yet I chose to hit the road, those calories which should have been taken but I resolved to eating unhealthy foods; those things always manifest on the race day. Thus, the weather should not blamed nor the organizers for the lack of water stations. If there is anyone who should be accountable for the failure of a runner, it is the runner himself. If proper preparation and training is done then victory is expected on the race day no matter what. I repeat, no matter what. 

To the organizers, RAW Runners, I thank you for bringing 21K in Cabanatuan City. I know how tough it is to organize events but with your enduring passion to running I hope you bring more half-marathons in Cabanatuan. See you on the road!

Sunday, December 9, 2012

36th Milo Marathon (Finals)



Being the one of the countries longest running event, who wouldn’t want to be part of Milo Marathon? Besides being high up affair, I also find it the most challenging because of the dreaded cut-off time. It seems to be lurking silently somewhere along the route waiting to block someone from getting the most coveted medal. That exactly what happened to me the first time I joined Milo Marathon this year. So after the race I promised myself to be back in December to join the Final leg and get the most sought after medal.

This morning, I once again found myself squeezing in a massive crowd waiting for the gunstart. Everyone seemed thrilled. Some were warming up cautiously so as not to hit the runners beside them because there was literally not much space to stretch their hands and legs. Others on the other hand were smiling at the lenses aimed at them; everyone ought to have pre-race photos where everbody still looked fresh and beautiful. And yay, I was lucky to stand next to Kuya Kim and have our photo taken.

As soon as the gunstart went off the seemingly excited bodies rush off. My friends and I though, had to walk slowly for a few minutes to reach the mat at the start area. Christian agreed to help me with my pace. However I realized he was going too fast. I started fast during RUPM but not that fast. It was barely 1K and I was already running out breath. At KM4, I decided to let go. In an instant Christian was out of my sight. I took a short walk break while eating the cheese Marlon gave me earlier.

I ran solo. And since it would be a hassle to check my iPod for the time, I just counted in my head. I decided it was best to use Galloway. I ran for five minutes and took one minute walk break. I repeated the combination until I reached the first U-Turn in Corner Katigbak. Along the way I ran past Spongebob Runner. Belle mentioned to me before that Spongebob can do sub 2:30. So I thought I could run next to him. After all we almost have the same pace.

I continued to walk and run solo. I noticed a runner few hundred meters away from me hopping like a kangaroo. I thought it was weird but decided to imitate it. I liked it though. I continued counting in my head but did not dare check mg iPod. I didn’t want to see the timer. I gave up the thought of bringing home the most coveted medal when I decided to run solo. All I wanted was to finish the race with no injury.

When I reached the second U-Turn in front of Bay View Tower, I thought I was the happiest. I knew the route – it was the same route in Manila leg – so it meant I needed to cover barely 10K to reach the finish line. I continued running, walking, hopping and from time to time stopping by at the water station to drink a little.

Not long after I could see the finish line. From afar I could see the timer which read 2:30. I knew it was the timer for 10K runners. Sayang was all I could think of. I wouldn’t be able to bring home the medal. Nevertheless, I decided to pour all my remaining energy in my final kick. I ran past some runners. When I crossed the finish line I immediately looked up and the timer read 2:45:06. I was surprised though when the volunteer put on the medal on my neck and another volunteer handed me a certificate. I was somehow confused for I thought the cut off time for 21K was 2:30. Nonetheless, I didn’t bother to ask. I took my loot bag and headed to an open space to cool down.

As I write this entry, I still didn’t know whether the organizers changed the cut-off time for 21K or decided to just give everyone who crossed the finish line a medal. Oh well, it didn’t really matter – I got a medal, I was injury-free, I was able to help Milo with their advocacy, and most importantly, I had fun.