Running for a cost (?)

Let me borrow the phrase I used as a title for this post from an ultra runner, Mr. Jonel Mendoza which he posted on his Facebook account wall on 12 April 2011. It struck me because recently I’ve been hearing comments and complaints not only about the oil price hike but also about the cost of race fees. I’ve to confess I have not read any write up on the issue although I was informed that a post or two were already out. For someone like me who’s in an active advocacy work for the poor and for good governance, it’s been tempting to reflect on the issue and take a position. Frankly, I have been trying to avoid this topic, my way of running away from the tendency to have an opinion on something that’s maybe very controversial and I may not be that aware of like organizing an event. But I obviously failed.

What dragged me to this very persistent issue? I ran one morning while I was in Tacloban City. A young man approached me and asked if I’m a runner. I said yes. He said he also wants to run but does not have the money to do so. I said, he does not need so much money, just enough for a good, proper running shoes. He said buying shoes is not his problem but joining races. He’s studying in Manila and been wanting to join races but could not because of lack of money. I felt sad and that got me thinking.

While running, I reflected on the issue and I’m sharing some of my thoughts now. I am not saying I am right and my assumptions are accurate nor am I trying to blame anyone or pretend that I know so much about this topic. This is just thinking aloud as a frequent participant in different races, for whatever it’s worth. You’re very free to refute any of my statement or junk this post altogether. At the very least, what I hope to offer is an alternative thought or idea that runners and organizers might consider – taking or throwing away ;)

Rundown:

Thought 1

How much does it really cost to organize a race? I think that it depends on what kind and how big a race would be. For me, a non- negotiable component of a race would be hydration- water and maybe sports drinks. So if an organizer opens his event to a thousand or more runners then logically, he has to avail of more hydration which could either be sourced from the registration fee or sponsorship.

Next in the priority list would be marshalls who need to be paid as well. Again it depends on the distance and how big the race is. You’ll need more marshalls for more runners and longer distances which will require more budget for their honorarium and food.

Then a start, finish line and kilometer marks which don’t need to be fancy and then a sound system.

In my view, other race materials are bonuses that we can do without like singlet, finisher’s shirt, medals, energy bars or gels, fancy race map, d-tags, etc. if what we really want is just to run with the rest of the running community.

And of course we also have to accept the fact that organizing a race (maybe not all?) is a business which means a certain portion of the race fee would be for profit.

Thought 2

The purpose of the race matters. If a race is intended to race funds for a cause, then it’s understandable that the cost would be higher than expected. What’s important here is disclosure. This is what I like about Condura Marathons. After the race, they would inform the public about how much of the race proceeds went to the foundation they said would benefit. If my memory serves me right, I think they also did announce the percentage from the race fee that would be handed to the beneficiary.

Thought 3

The principle of supply and demand. While some runners were inclined to blame organizers for expensive race fees, I think that it’s more of a supply and demand case.

Runners these days as evident in informal conversations and in posts of some bloggers seem to be expecting more from the organizers. Some comments not only refer to hydration but also to hi-tech race route presentation, blasting gunstart, fancy singlet and finisher’s shirt, etc. While this may have been due to organizers raising the expectation of the runners, pampering us and getting us used to more frills, this is also partly because the consumers raised the bar for satisfaction that naturally resulted in organizers trying to meet or surpass these standards, international included. Not to mention competition among organizers.

This has lead to glamorous races that entailed more cost, therefore, higher fees.

So, what now?

Given all these, assuming I was right, how should we then deal with it?

I think that maybe we should first answer the more basic question which is -should we really reduce race fees and whether we can really do something about it?

Again, let me think aloud.

I guess that the most important question here is whether we feel we’re shortchanged when we register. Do we get the feeling that we’re paying too much for something that’s not worth it? Because if that’s what’s happening, then we are really in a serious problem that’s almost tantamount to issues of transparency in government. But unlike government that is accountable to the people under a set of legal frameworks, organizers are not, except maybe the Consumer’s Act. But this is taking this issue too far. Maybe what we can do is, if we feel that the cost of a race is too much than what it offers or what it is for, we can simply not join, a boycott of sort.

If we feel that we’re paying just enough but are still bothered by the huge amount we shell out, I guess what can be done is to let the organizers know that we can be content with a race simple and organized enough to sustain us until we cross the finish line so that the organizers will not be pressured to produce something that cost a lot.

Races are a good way to celebrate “private” running. It allows us to expand our own worlds and meet new runners. It encourages us to continue loving the sport realizing that a thousand others are as passionate as us and for some, they challenge us to be better so we could engage in a competition not only with ourselves but with others. It’s sad that many are no longer able to join because of the increasing race fees.

Whether we can do anything about it given the rising prices of other stuff needed in a race and the sophisticated demand or expectation of runners, the fact remains that this is something that merits serious attention if we want races to be more inclusive and to stop those whining that’s going around the community.

Just thinking aloud ;)

TBR DM2 fr a pacer's point of view

I’ve always been vocal in saying that TBR Dream Marathon will always take the No.1 spot in my list of best runs. It will not be overtaken by any PR or a New York or Boston Marathon experience (as if!). For those who had the chance to read my post after last year’s DM would have an idea why. It’s because of the camaraderie and the sense of family. More than the run, the course or the excellent logistical support, it was that spirit of journeying along each other that really struck me. Until now, I consider it a great privilege and joy that I had the chance to run with other 199 dreamers who, despite the pain, the fear and the struggle, pushed themselves to their limits to change status from a runner to a marathoner.

With TBR DM batchmates, Kuya Lito Lopez and Kuya Brian Ng who I first met at Km 21 and ran with until the finish and became my friends since

That same feeling overwhelmed me last Sunday when I volunteered as a pacer and chaser in the TBR DM2. This is another dream that came true. The moment I crossed the finish line last year, I told myself I’d volunteer to help the next batch because I felt the value of support and encouragement in a race.

42K is 42K. It’s grueling. It’s painful. It’s challenging which makes any kind of support a lifeline. That simple bottle or glass of water; that piece of fruit or Chippy; that simple smile and cheer; that quote in a kilometer mark that reminds you of why you’re there; that tarp which says “Konti na lang!” and that voice you hear, “Go..go..go..!” make a lot of difference. They are enough to lift your spirit up, forget for a while about that sprain or side stitch or cramp, and enough to brush aside that thought of giving up.

That’s why I was deeply grateful that Jaymie and her team gave me a chance to be part of this effort. I took the commitment to be there for batch 2 seriously that I tried my best despite my busy schedule to be present in all TBR DM2 group runs where I started to meet a few runners, got to know them and interact with them. Those conversations were enriching. I learned a lot.

Race day was hundred times more delightful. I paced a good friend, Fides Reyes. She started running only in 2009. Although my original plan was to pace another friend, Jaimie Dy and her friend, Don, it changed as race day was approaching. Jaimie found a group to run with so we agreed for me to just stick with Ate Fides since she’s alone.

With friends, Jaimie Dy and Don

I went with Ate Fides and her family to Nuvali and got there an hour before gunstart. I was so excited, I ran a few kilometers while the rest of the runners were preparing. I felt the need to do it otherwise I’d struggle controlling the adrenalin, run too fast and leave Ate Fides. At the start line, I took the chance to greet and send well wishes, and hug some people I know.

When the gun was fired and we began to run, it was so nostalgic. I remember the day when I was there as a dreamer especially when I started to see some of my batchmates pacing other participants as well. I was having goose bumps.

It was an easy run for me and Ate Fides. Along the way, she had various injuries. The first one was pain in her legs, then a side stitch, then cramps and then her toes. I’d tell her to stretch, hydrate, eat and just overcome the pain and run. We agreed beforehand that our rule would be to meet halfway, meaning, I’d listen to her if she’d want to walk or stop or slow down but she’d try to still run even slower than my desired pace for her.

Enjoying the run with TBR DM2 finisher, Ate Fides Reyes ;)

I did my best to take care of Ate Fides but not spoil her too much, remain strict in pushing her, so we’d meet my target time while allowing her to enjoy the race. I tried to encourage her but not make her believe of something that’s not true. When I told her she’s still strong and could still push and run faster, it was really because I could see that she still was. She was solid!

And when I thought that I’d be the one giving because I was the pacer, I was wrong. It was me who learned more from her and the other runners.

Ate Fides reminded me about determination and commitment when she chose to overcome those pains and tried to finish. I knew she already wanted to stop at many points but she still kept going and tried to cross the finish line. Considering her age, I’d understand if she told me she’d just give up but she did not. It was refreshing.

After I sent Ate Fides to the finish line, I tried to go back to our tent so I could help my batchmates provide support to the rest of the participants. But on my way, I’d see struggling runners and chose to just run with them in their last 2 or 3 kilometers to the finish line. They too showed me the same determination to finish. I’d talk to them and encourage them but would them encouraging me more with their stories.

Everytime I got the chance to run with a dreamer to the finish line, I felt deeply humbled being part of the fulfillment of their dreams which was equally rewarding as last year.

With another TBR DM2 finisher, Ghia who wanted to walk from Km4o but welcomed me to run with her to the finish line instead

These experiences make me love running and runners even more.

Thank you and congratulations marathoners!

OUR GUN START

When I started blogging, all I wanted was to have an outlet, a pot where I could throw my thoughts and feelings out about running and anti corruption hoping that it would, in one way or another, inspire others either to keep running or love this country more.

I also mentioned that this blog would be a witness to how running and advocacy coincide in my life. In fact, I’ve had previous posts about this like how I expressed my frustration over the killing of the Freedom of Information bill by the 14^th Congress in the 2010 Condura Marathon.

This year, I’m doing another full in the Condura Marathon and again with a baggage.

The plea bargain case with Gen. Garcia involving someone I personally know and an issue very close to me which has become more than just a job has stressed me out more than I thought it would.

I’ve been having mixed feelings about the events that unfolded the past days. There’s disgust and indignation about how corruption has coursed through the veins of many of our institutions that now includes the military. There’s surprise and sadness at how some officials made it sound like all those shenanigans were normal in the guise of being part of the system and that nothing irregular was going on.

I also run out of words to describe my anger against the Office of the Ombudsman for its incompetence or deliberate disregard of common sense to please another corrupt master, and for how it’s mocking the public by maybe thinking that we could be convinced with their excuses and illogical reasoning. I could not believe how they missed a very glaring implication that accepting the plea bargain deal offered by no less than the culprit would not only put the government into a disadvantageous position but also turn our country into a haven for corrupt officials, not to mention that it was illegal as explained by former Ombudsman Simeon Marcelo.

There’s also that feeling of affinity and sympathy for Ms. Heidi Mendoza whom I had the chance to work with in several projects. I know that what she’s going through is not easy. It was difficult for her to quit a well paying job without an assurance of where to go next just to let the truth out with the hope that it would set us all free from the tentacles of those greedy men in uniform who took advantage of the power handed to them. Her courage is an inspiration. Her statements of confidence to the majority of Filipinos especially those working in government were moving. I remember her saying that one of the reasons she’s coming out was to tell the world that not all Filipinos are corrupt; that we are a people of principle and honesty.

These feelings haunt me that even if I was not planning to run to give rest to my legs especially my aching plantar, I ran. I needed an outlet and running was there to comfort and help me find rest. Never fails!

That 8k this morning led me to hoping that we’ll finally learn from this. We’ve had many moments that I thought were ground- breaking but were simply set aside and forgotten.

I hope that as a nation this will be enough for all of us to stand up against corruption not only during these grand , sensational moments but even after the dust has settled and we’re back to our routines. There’s everyday for us to respond to these revelations. We’ve our lifetime and countless ways to become better Filipinos.

I hope that we don’t just run away from this call in such a time as this. Let’s stand in front of the pack and get ready to run the race towards building this nation.

The whistle that Ms. Heidi blew was our gun start. The country needs our endurance and determination. I hope to see you at the finish line.

MY "MANTRA"

I recently encountered an article saying that having a mantra helps runners stay motivated. I really don’t have any of that when I run because all I tell myself is: “this has to end soon, this has to end soon” which I don’t think is a mantra. But I believe in a set of phrases that somehow guide me as a runner that I’d like to share with you for whatever it’s worth.

TRAIN ENOUGH

Had to do a long run for the TBR Dream Marathon in a beach during a family outing

After the blessing of being able to cross the finish line during The Bullrunner Dream Marathon with a relatively good time, some runners began coming up to me asking how I was able to slice an hour from my first full at the 2010 Condura Marathon just three months after. The same thing happened after the recent Quezon City International Marathon 2. But those questions on what happened did not only pop up after good runs. People also inquired about why I was not able to meet my target during last year’s Milo Marathon Elimination.

I had one answer: training- the success of being able to commit to it and the failure to keep the discipline to do it well.

I attributed those good runs largely to training. If there’s anything that I was so proud about during the TBR DM1, it was the ability to stick to the training program. I logged the required mileage no matter how difficult given the demands of work and other personal concerns. I also did the necessary cross training even if I hated swimming in the beginning.

I made sure I completed those required 32K runs before race day even if it meant running under the scorching heat of the sun because it was summer time. I also took that to heart when training for QCIM2. It was the same thing I missed before the Milo Marathon that probably increased the probability of injury.

Sometimes, I tell myself that if I’m not able to do my long runs, I’d rather not proceed with doing the full. Maybe that sounds OA but that’s just me. That’s my way of pushing myself to complete the 3.5 hours run, alone. Because I want to run marathons so badly, I know that convincing myself to go against anything that will stop me from doing it is a good motivation. Another thing that pushes me is the thought of how bad I’d feel or how frustrated I’d get when I fail to meet the 32K target. The joy of completing it and realizing that I was able to overcome those countless excuses to stop or cheat also gives me the same energy.

My confidence lies significantly on how much I train, knowing that I don’t have as much strength or experience as other marathoners who could maybe get away with it. More than the PR, I’m aware that training is key to avoid getting injured that’s why I take it seriously.

I could stand and face that start line, join the race and work so hard to complete it, but nothing helps me outsmart the jitters of whether I’d be able to finish a long run than knowing that I did my part and trained enough. I say enough since I have the tendency to overdo it and get injured even before the race. Because I depend on training so much, I tend to take it notches higher that I should. At times, I feel like doing more is better than less, not realizing that both would lead me to tragedy. So what I try to do now is TRAIN ENOUGH- JUST ENOUGH.

EAT WELL

Had to say goodbye to these best buddies. Haven't had any for months now. Yes! ;)

During the holidays, my parents and brothers took the challenge of who’d be the first to convince me to eat sweets. My favorite leche flan and mango float were placed in front of me on the table and they all tried to tempt me. I could feel the pain on my jaw and would swallow a lot as I was trying to control myself from tasting anything. I was afraid that if I did, I might not stop and then feel guilty after. The closest I got into it was eating my Mama’s sugar- less rice cakes made especially for me. As a matter of strategy, everytime I’d feel the urge to eat sweets, I’d pick fruits instead. That wasn’t easy but I knew that I had to do it.

I am a strong believer of the saying that whatever we eat has a great impact on how we perform not only as athletes but how we live each day. It was not so much about losing weight although I also believe that being light helps us run efficiently, but more about being strong.

Keeping a healthy diet could be one of the hardest parts of being a runner especially if one wants to be serious about the sport but when one gets used to it, it naturally becomes part of one’s lifestyle that I don’t miss those potato chips and softdrinks anymore. I think that it's really a challenge to lose or maintain an ideal weight and at the same time remain strong for the training and during race day so I think that we really have to be wise in choosing what we eat.

PRAY HARD

Just an act ;) I don't pray this way

Anything can happen during a run no matter how well we prepare. I have heard of countless stories of runners who, despite their rigid training still failed to meet their target or worse did not finish the race at all. Either they get injured, feel a sudden pain somewhere, trip over a rock, etc. like what happened to me during the recent Milo Marathon. Although I think it was partly because of lack of training, it was really the surprise of my scoliosis that hit me at Km30 that weighed on me.

This builds the case for the need for divine intervention, for lack of a better term. We can only do so much in getting ready for a race but when the gun is fired, thousands of possibilities, beyond our control can happen so all I do is depend on God for grace and strength.

When I stand with the pack and wait for the gun start, I have nothing in mind but prayers for sustenance to be able to finish a race regardless whether it’s 5K or 42. And everytime I cross the finish line, the first words I utter are” Thank you, Lord.”

Running for me is a celebration of life. After going through the agony of dealing with the possibility of having cancer in 2008, I could not help but be grateful for the strength to run.

RUN STRONG

Arguing with my legs to go on since they were already screaming in pain

Whether during training or in a race, I try as much as possible to run strong. It’s my way of celebrating those efforts I exert to strengthen my core, develop my endurance, stay healthy, etc. When I hit the road, there is no other way to go but give my best like there's no tomorrow. It does not necessarily mean always sprinting but more of giving your all whether you’re keeping a steady, slow pace in a long run or doing your speed work.

HAVE FUN

I have almost 50 photos with this pose. Template!

Race day is a celebration of months of training so when I’m there I try to have fun despite the pain or that strong drive to finish fast that make me oblivious of the world. Sometimes when I find myself becoming so engrossed with a PR that all I imagine is the finish line, I remind myself to look around, appreciate the route or simply enjoy the run. You can see this in my running photos. In most of them, you’ll see me like I’m going to attack an enemy while making my template “two thumbs up” pose in some.

What I learned recently is the combination of both; that while I am so focused with hitting a PR, I also get the chance to enjoy the run, even greet and cheer people I know during turns and simply have fun.

How about you, what’s your mantra? ;)

My CIHM story: One 21 Fun

“I shall return.” Yes, it was Gen Douglas Mc Arthur’s famous line which I borrowed when I joined the Conquer Corregidor run last year.

Because of the breathtaking scenery and a good run, I promised myself I’d go back to Corregidor. So when I saw the ad about the Corregidor International Half Marathon, I was not only teased, I was seduced that I wanted to immediately register.

At the Malinta Tunnel before the start of last year's Conquer Corregidor run

ALMOST MISSED IT

All those memories visited me. I felt like in trance, I could smell and feel that fresh air gushing and kissing me including the pain of trying to overcome those uphills and the joy of crossing the finish line. My plan was to be one of the first registrants to make sure I get a slot. But plan failed.

Every week since then, I’d promise myself to register but would always miss it. Either I was out of town the only time the registration opened or had limited budget that week, etc. I always had to ask Atty. Raymund Martelino, one of the organizers, if there were still slots available. I bugged him countless times on facebook. I was so worried I might not be able to join. When not being able to enlist dragged, I almost gave up. I was slowly convincing myself that Corregidor and I would have to miss each other this year. Until I was told that the registration period was extended. Wohoo!!! That news sounded like I won the P700M lottery prize. I told myself “Tito Douglas, here I come!” ;)

The last day of registration was set the day before the Quezon City International Marathon at R.O.X. Bonifacio High Street. I usually don’t tire myself going anywhere day before a marathon to get enough rest and prepare, and since BHS is in the opposite side of my world here in Quezon City I had second thoughts about going. But I think I was really meant to join the CIHM. A friend of mine, Ate Fides Reyes, out of nowhere, extremely random, texted me just to share how amazed she was with the CIHM medal and said she’s at ROX. Not minding that it was too much a favor, I asked her if she could register me. She said, “SURE!”

Lucky me!

The CIHM challenge started a week before the race. Office deadlines drowned me. My 24-hours seemed not enough to meet them. I had sleepless nights and could hardly squeeze in a run to train. I knew it would take a toll on my body and would have to deal with tired and weak legs come race day. It made me extra nervous.

HILLS… HILLS

I was so unprepared. I ran late to catch the ferry. As soon as I got there, I looked for a friend but could not find her. Lucky to have met Ms. Michelle Estuar and Sir Junrox Roque who kept me company until we got back to Manila. Because of being too busy with work, I forgot to even buy a gel so I mustered all courage to ask one from Sir Junrox who was kind enough to give me one.

When we got off the ferry and were approaching the start line, I was telling myself, “Bahala na si Mc Arthur sa’kin.” Although I was so anxious because of lack of sleep, I was also very excited to start running especially after seeing a lot of familiar faces. Since there were only less than 400 of us, I knew it would be an “intimate” run among friends.

With some friends before the gun start

After some picture taking sessions, we headed to the start line and waited for the gun start.

Fire!!! The first few kilometers were challenging. The lack of sleep was beginning to bother me. I could hardly move my legs and was gasping for air even at a warm up pace. The first thing I looked forward to was a drinking station since I was beginning to get dehydrated.

I was running meters behind Ms. Michelle who was ahead of all the women so I thought my pace was ok. But after some kilometers, I could no longer see her. I knew she began to pick her pace and that I could no longer keep up. Not that it frustrated me, it was more of amazed me at how strong she really is.

I just kept running the fastest I could. I had nothing in mind but to finish strong. It was one of those races that I really pushed myself too hard.

My template pose ;) Enjoying the run

Despite being in a hurry, I still took time to enjoy the scenery which was one of the reasons why I wanted so much to join. At many points during the run, especially the part where we could see the beautiful sea and feel the cool breeze, I was just praising God for his creation and for the chance of being able to run and run there again.

The weather was perfect. It was cold enough to keep us from being exhausted and warm enough not to freeze our legs. It was not raining. It was not sunny.

The course was also a plus. It lived up to every participant’s expectation of a challenging run. Although the uphills were expected, they stimulated me no less. While the rest sprinted on downhills, I did not, no matter how tempting. I had to manage my pace and its impact on my knees and hips to avoid hurting my scoliosis. And just when I thought I could relax until the finish line, I was wrong. Lo and behold! Another long, killer uphill stood right in front of me. I could imagine it with that smirk and hear it laugh like a witch telling me “So, you thought, you could go easy huh!” I stopped for a few seconds and said “Oh! Wow! May ganun?!” ;)

Well, I had no choice but to conquer it. So I did - walking. But even the walk was not easy. Because of the elevation, I had to exert so much effort to cross it. After that, I took a deep breath and started sprinting knowing that the finish line was just around the corner.

When I saw the finish line banner, I smiled and ran as fast I could. When I crossed it, I was told that I finished second to Ms. Michelle who was more than seven minutes of me. Blessing!

With The Queen of the Rock, Ms. Michelle Estuar and the third placer

BONDING MANIA

The run was definitely unforgettable including of course the award, but more than that it was the camaraderie that made my CIHM experience even more meaningful. With my The Bull Runner Dream Marathon batchmates and Runnex friends that cheered me all the way until the awarding ceremony, and those new runners I met along the way and after the race, it certainly deserved a special space in my favorite races.

With my TBR DM1 batchmates ;)

With my Runnex family ;)

And since our trip back to Manila was till hours after the awarding, Ms. Michelle, Sir Junrox and I spent time bonding with the other finishers over a quick drink that gave birth to Team G.

With Team G.. HAHAHA! ;)

CIHM was one of those races where the joy of crossing the finish line was extra special, not only because of the award but also because of the challenging course that I was able to conquer. It made me know myself a bit more and made me fall in love with running all over again.

Congratulations to the organizers who provided all the needed support and logistics and have given their all to make it a well organized and festive race.

With one of the organizers, Atty. Raymund Martelino and the fabulous medal

It was such a great experience. I can’t wait for the next one.

I say, "one for all, all for twenty one!"

My QCIM2 story

After my terrible Milo Marathon experience when my hip snapped and I had to walk the last 5K, I promised myself, I’d train hard for my next marathon. Because of the injury, I decided not to push through with the Cam Sur Marathon because it was too close to Milo and waited for QCIM2 instead.

The training began as soon as my scoliosis felt better. I looked at the training program given to us by Coach Jim Lafferty for The Bull Runner Dream Marathon and made some revisions based on what I thought would work for me and my target. I started running five times a week and became more disciplined with my diet so I could run more efficiently. That’s how serious I was with wanting to redeem myself from that experience because I didn’t want a bad memory of a marathon and stop doing it like some people I know.

I’d wake up early morning almost everyday to either run or swim or do a run-swim. Even in those days when I didn’t feel like running, I’d still lace up and hit the road. And when I had early morning meetings, I’d wake up earlier so I could squeeze in a run or do it at night if there was time. Three of those were non-negotiable training runs while the other two in between were easy and short runs. I don’t know if it was because of this that my pace has improved as I noticed in my recent races but it definitely contributed to my QCIM2 finish.

Everything seemed ok as I was getting close to race day until I felt a throbbing pain in my right foot. I ignored it for weeks up to the point when it became so painful I had to pay attention to it. I started struggling running and walking. It was most excruciating when I’d start running but would eventually subside after a few minutes and then would recur after the run. I ran the Adidas KOTR 21K and Unilab 32K with this injury.

According to Mr. Hector Yuzon of Secondwind Running Store, it could probably be due to the worn support of my shoes that I developed plantar fasciitis but could also be because of overtraining.

Lesson learned: do not overdo it.

To ease the pain, I bought a new pair of shoes. Although it lessened a bit, it’s never completely gone. That time, I already accepted the fact that I’d deal with this hurting plantar in the QCIM.

Despite the injury, I stuck to my 4:30 target which was seven minutes less than my PR for 42K. And then I came across Ms. Michelle Estuar, one of those runners that I really respect and look up to, after the Unilab 32K race and learned that she was pacing the 4:15 group at the QCIM, I thought, maybe I could push myself a little more and try that ambitious finish time.

On my way home from the Unilab Run, I was thinking about that new goal. I had to reflect on it carefully because I knew that when I make a new target, it would have an implication on my run. When I reached home, I said 4:15 would be my “ideal” finish but I’d still stick to 4:30. That meant I’d run with the 4:15 pacers only until I could and gladly slow down if I suddenly felt I was dying.

When I thought everything’s final, a surprise came two days before QCIM2. I was asked if I’d be willing to run with the 4:45 pace group. I initially refused because I did not know how to pace. My pace has never been steady. It’s always been running as much and as fast as I could at a pace that I can still live so I doubted whether I’d be of help and said no and would just try to look for someone more experienced who could assist them. But when we could not really find anyone, I said yes.

The pressure doubled because even if the pace was slower than my target, I knew that it would be difficult because I had to be strong all throughout. I knew I could not afford to mess up and walk longer. The original plan was thrown out the window but I was excited no less. I thought it would be a new challenge and experience.

My bib number. Lucky number for the lottery ;)

I arrived early in the race area so I could help in some preparatory work being part of Runnex, one of the organizers, and do some errands before gun start.

When I saw my supposed pace partner, I was told that someone already volunteered to help the 4:45 group and I could run on my own. Still good news.

I drank a cup of water before approaching the start line. I was too anxious, I tore the plastic cup into pieces without me knowing it. My hands were cold. I was so nervous. The Milo Marathon nightmare was haunting me.

I stood behind the 4:15 pacers and started running. I thought that if we maintain that pace, maybe I could reach my new impossible dream. I just kept on running until the pacers and I lost each other and my usual unstable pace ruled.

I tried to manage my energy that even if I could run faster in the first half, I did not. I told myself, the journey was still long and I had to reserve my energy.

I slowed down in all water stations to hydrate. Frankly, I felt stronger during the Unilab 32K run. My legs were stiff this time. I even had to run backwards at one point just to transfer the pressure to my other hip because I was so afraid of another Milo scenario.

I pushed on up hills and slowed down on down hills to avoid hurting my knees and hips too much. The run in the entire Commonwealth was exhausting. But when we entered the La Mesa park, I was refreshed by the scenery. I could not help but thank the Lord for the strength and privilege to run. All I prayed for was an injury-free finish. It was refreshing. When we hit the Km22 mark and turned around, the second wind kicked in. I felt stronger so I ran a bit faster for about five kilometers and then slowed down because my legs were slowly getting tired. I was saddened seeing those who stopped because of cramps. One was even shouting because of the pain. I could feel their agony. I knew how it felt and all I could do was cheer them up.

Maybe it’s true that only a marathoner understands another because even if we did not know each other, I considered everyone my teammates, friends even that when I saw anyone suffering, I really felt bad. I think it’s because everytime I’m in a long run, there’s that sense of camaraderie that you are all looking at the same direction and mustering all courage and strength to reach the same goal.

At the commonwealth area going back to UP, I felt that most of us were already wasted. We were lined up, running slow at a steady pace and would stop for a few seconds at every hydration point.

I was so looking forward to seeing the Km 30 mark that when I saw it, I smiled and told myself “I LIKE”.

When we entered UP, it was only Km 34. I heard someone screamed “eight more?!” I smiled at him and said “eight na lang po.”

My legs were beginning to complain. I could hear them begging me to stop and walk. I was tempted to yield and walk longer but I tried to meet them half way and ran slow. When we entered the academic oval, I was trying to convince myself that it was only one of those regular Sunday runs just to let go of the pressure of being in a race.

My legs and knees and hips were so tired and painful. I asked myself, “Reylynne, does this surprise you? You know that pain is part of the package so deal with it.” So I ran through pain.

When we got to C.P. Garcia to complete the 40K and the route was still rolling, I had no choice but to walk for a few seconds because if I did not, I’d probably crawl to the finish. I also felt hungry and thirsty. When I felt helpless with no water station close to where I was and had no idea where I could get food, two Kuyas called me and invited me to run with them and offered me a drink. Blessing! We didn’t know each other by name but we used to see each other in UP every Sunday so there was that sense of familiarity. I ran with them until I reached a water station. Then I saw a stranger holding a banana and without any dash of hesitation, I asked for it and she gladly gave it to me. Call it desperation.

The moment I saw the Km 40 mark, I suddenly felt stronger so I sprinted until the finish.

Because I wanted to surprise myself, I chose not to ask anyone about how long have we been running or at what pace even if I was so tempted to.

When I was approaching the finish line, I realized I did not reach the 4:15 dream but minutes earlier than my original target. It was 4:22 (but 4:27 based on the official results).

When I stepped on the mat and crossed the finish line, I thanked God for sustaining me without suffering any terrible injury and for blessing me with the bonus of a new PR.

QCIM2 medal for 42K finishers

Then I was handed the medal. Although the run was way beyond just getting a medal, it was a consolation for all the hard work I put in those months of training and in trying to finish the race.

Written in that medal were those mornings when I’d rather sleep but chose to be out on the road; those times when I could make a million excuses not to swim but I did. Engraved in it were those moments when I was tempted to indulge in my all time favorite potato chips and mocha cake but I refused to; those long runs when I knew I could cheat myself with the required mileage but I chose not to and completed it instead.

The race was a celebration of those months of hard work. It truly paid off that I did not suffer from terrible muscle pain unlike my previous marathons when I could hardly walk after and feel the pain for days.

Running a marathon changes my life everytime. It gives me fresh perspective in life and makes me know myself and my Creator better.

I salute all the QCIM2 finishers, regardless of the distance you ran. I believe that every runner has a story to tell about trying to cross the finish line, I’d love to hear that and even if I don’t get the chance, I say, congratulations! ;)

UNPACKING PACMAN'S SECRET

“Kung di ako nag training baka hindi ko kinaya yung laban.”

This was Cong. Manny Pacquiao’s response to Diane Castillejo’s question about how he was able to finish the fight strong.

That's me running beside Pacman ;)

Pacquiao said that it was one of his most difficult fights and that it was tiring to go around the ring to avoid being cornered so Margarito would not have the chance to blow punches given his height advantage. He practically had to jog around and depend on his footwork to have the upper hand.

It was like a David- Goliath fight. Pacquiao was like a kid being bullied by an older man but like the biblical story, the smaller one won. And if you’d compare the way they appeared after, you’d notice the huge difference and even without checking the scoreboard and count the number bruises on their faces, you’d arrive at the same indisputable conclusion that the belt belonged to Pacquiao.

What enabled Pacquiao to do this? Aside from I guess his natural boxing talent, I think and as he himself claimed, was his training. Coach Freddie Roach, however, has recently raised concerns about Pacquiao’s lack of focus in training because of his athlete’s various involvements. But Pacquiao tried to get back on track.

Because I’ve always admired Pacquio’s discipline, I did a quick search on his training program and found out that his trainors focused on three things: strength, speed and agility.

His usual training days include running with intervals as early as 5am, with either hill sprints or a run in the sand. Sometimes, Pacquiao swims. At the end of this session, they’d do plyometrics, ladder drills and core exercises. I’m not sure if it’s true that they hit his abs with a hard object to improve its strength but I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s really how it is.

Oh! There's me again ;)

After that routine he’d do a thorough cool down stretching followed by a meal rich in carbohydrates to raise his insulin and promote recovery. He then goes home after an intake of protein shake, rest and then proceed with a session in the gym in the afternoon where he starts with a thorough warm up and shadow boxing then plyometrics and core strengthening exercises with weights, medicine balls, resistance bands and sometimes with a baseball bat where he swings and hits a bag with it. Then he will start with punching exercises with Roach, speed bags for several rounds and then jump rope for a few minutes before a good stretch to finish off the day.

Just writing this tired me ;)

This does not even include the kind of diet he maintains especially since he moves from one division to another. I could imagine how strict his diet is to have enough energy for the training but at the same time not gain weight or the effort to gain weight if he has to for a certain weight division.

It must have been difficult living a life being dictated and limited with the food you’re allowed to eat. Although according to his trainors, they did not have a hard time putting Pacquiao in an intensive training routine because of his clean and healthy lifestyle.

His commitment and discipline is really laudable. It inspires me to do the same as I train for my next full marathon which also requires a lot of sacrifice and hard work. Many times I get so tempted to shaft on the required mileage or to extend my diet cheat days but when I think of how difficult a marathon could be, I am motivated to keep the discipline. It also helps being reminded of my best marathon which I attribute to good training and the worst one which could be because of improper training .

Let me find an excuse from emulating the Champ. He is a pro, I am not. He probably had all the time to train especially after taking a leave from Congress while I have to squeeze in training in between tons of work stuff and a lot of other responsibilities. But whether pro or not, his discipline is still undeniably admirable because even if he had all the time and resources, he also had the freedom to go easy and let his previous victories get into his head and not train but he chose to take advantage of the privileges in his hands to reach the goal. So, I concede.

Pacquiao obviously loves his craft and has so much respect for it that he gets himself to commit to this rigid training. He’s also extremely motivated by his family and the Filipino people.

So I will also try to be as much disciplined and dedicated to training, maintain that love and respect for running, and sustain my motivation in finishing that long, potentially arduous 42 kilometers in December and my next marathons.

But these lessons I will not only apply to running but in other areas like work, studies, photography, or any other endeavor that challenges me to stay focused and excel.

Of course, it’s another story how Pacquiao will perform as a member of the House of Representatives, something to watch out for. I hope that he will be as focused. Let’s see.

Photos 1&2 from: http://mysundaespecial.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html

Photo 3: http://professionalheckler.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/man.jpg

Training program from:http://www.strengthspeedagility.com/manny-pacquiao-training-program