Basilio! Crispin!

I have always admired Jose Rizal… I actually read NOLI ME TANGERE and EL FILIBUSTERISMO way back in high school. I loved the two books, but I loved Noli more. I admired the image of Maria Clara and abhorred Padre Damaso. I guess I hated the Spaniards after reading the book the same way that I hated the Japanese when I read the GHOST SOLDIERS.

Anyway, why am I telling you this? I don’t know. I guess I just want to. Kidding aside, I think it’s about time we do something memorable to commemorate the day of our National Hero and what’s the best way to do that? Join the Rizal Day Run organized by no less than the Baldrunner,    Mgen Jovie Narcise (Ret).

So what’s with the title of this post? Well, by and by I will tell you that somewhere along the 32km route I acted like Sisa 🙂

Many already know what I do for a living and I guess I never hid the fact that I am no runner… I collapse in every road run and passing my PFTs is such a chore!

Little did I know that exactly fifty (50) days after officially joining The BRs Speed Training at Ultra; I accomplished a feat I myself couldn’t imagine doing… running an official 32km race. Although I faded in the later part of the race, it was still one of my shining moments.

I want to believe that I came to the race prepared… even though I didn’t run four days prior to this event and I traveled to the North to party, I guess I was up to it physically, mentally, and emotionally.

My attire was prepared one whole week before and it sat neatly inside my closet. The only small problem I had was my hair… up until the night before I didn’t know what to do with it.

I slept early and woke up at 4am fully recharged. I planned to go to the Grandstand at 0430 to hand out the race kits of DocT, Carins, Ley, and Lau and to help set-up the PAS. The place was already buzzing with activity when I arrived. After greeting some friends who noticed the hair, the knee-high socks, and the pink ensemble, I led our IT geek to find a good place for the PAS. With that done; I forced Timmy to a warm-up around the oval.

It was still dark when the gun start went off… I didn’t have any trouble since I somehow know the route, but I worried about fellow runners who ran the course the first time. What if they stumble on humps, the big “paso”, or the parking markers? I didn’t worry long though as I heard runners shouting humps and “butas” to warn incoming runners.

I had a strong start; I initially paced with my Tatay Rod and Gab, but both left me when I made chika with my officemates when I past my office. I was actually giving them instructions on where to put my water and my shades and how many people we are expecting for the boodle fight after the race 🙂

I was practically on my own after that… It was at this race that I fully realized that I am indeed a solitary runner. It’s fun to have running buddies but sometimes I am more pressured and feel that I am a “pabigat” especially if I am with strong runners.

My discomfort started on the third round… I was exactly in front of the White house when I suddenly felt an excruciating pain in my nape and shoulders; it was also in that area when I heard Kuya Mar saying “sa wakas, naabutan din” I can’t remember if I gave him an answer since my vision is already getting blurred. I prayed hard to please just let me reached the next water station.  I did reach the water station, but I never regained my strength after that. The water did little to ease my discomfort; the pain in my nape and shoulders worsened, I started hyperventilating, and I had constricting chest pain. I wanted to stop but I was afraid that if I did I won’t be able to finish the race…

The group of Carins, Docmarvs, Earl, Timmy, and Tracy who were doing the Galloway Method passed me at the vicinity of Daza Park. I wanted to join them so I’ll have someone to assist me in case I collapsed, but then I couldn’t keep up. I guess it was also about that time when I started acting like Sisa . I can’t describe what I felt or what I did. I just knew I am already losing it… I prayed for a second wind but it didn’t come.

I was jolted back to my senses though when from behind me I heard a man say “Malapit na Ineng, kaya natin to”. I looked and I saw a man old enough to be my grandfather… Crap! He’s going to overtake me too… Go pick up your attitude, Soldier!

I didn’t know what hit me even after incoherently reaching the finish line… I was glad Timmy was there to hold me and told me not to stop. The Gatorade did wonders too. Thanks again, Timmy!

I only realized I was dehydrated after the race. I tried to justify that I took fluids in every water station and that I even have extra in my office, but DocT said water is not enough… we need electrolytes to replace what we lost during the run. Well taken, DocT! I am really going to get that hydration belt!

I had a good race albeit the dehydration thing. This incident only showed that despite my limitation and frailties, I am still capable of achieving wonderful things.

Appreciation and gratitude goes to my Boss for the Boodle fight; To my family for the gift of friendship; and to Sir BR for that wonderful race. Saludo po ako sa inyo, Sir! Sa uulitin…

Pictures and other knick knacks to follow…

Happy New Year to one and all… Wishing you all the best in 2010.

I almost forgot… finished the race in 3:55:47. Not bad since i aimed to finish in four (4) hours 🙂


The year that is about to end…

I wasn’t able to write anything about the celebrity run because I was too pre-occupied with so many things. I had classes to attend, work to finish, mommy duties, and so on and so forth.

I have always been vocal that the celebrity run will be my redemption from the official result of Botak… I thought I could do it, I have prepared for it and it has been my primary motivation since I saw the race result.

Well, it didn’t happen. I was short by two minutes. I thought I could sprint to the finish line, but I wasn’t able to… I wanted to say that I had a hard time at the Mckinley hill and the right shin acted up but I guess it will only mean I am making excuses.

I just have to do better next time… there will be more races to run. I am just glad I haven’t experienced serious injuries.

That week also proved to be very stressful since we had yearend preparations, yearend reports, Christmas parties… the tasks are way above my head!

My only respite was the Girls Night Out with the ladies of on Dec 22, 2009 at the Guava restaurant in Serendra. It was a fun-filled night. I had a great time even if I had to go home early due to some unavoidable circumstance.  Thank you, Ladies! Let’s do it again 🙂

black and white


prettyness 🙂

I was also supposed to join LSD at the University of the Philippines on December 24… I had to cancel because I had work to do. I literally sulked the whole day and hurled dagger looks at the cubicle adjacent to mine… if looks could kill, I’d be a convict by now.

Christmas Eve was spent attending the field mass at the Grandstand… I felt sad since I was all alone. I cried during the homily because it was all about family – I miss Lorenz and Micah. I miss my sister too…

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

If Christmas Eve was a bit gloomy, I had a wonderful time on Christmas Day. I decided to join Q, Boss Jinoe, and Ace for a Run at the Ayala Triangle. We had fun. That day became one of my most favorite Christmas Day celebrations. Thanks to the three of you!

see? we had fun 🙂

Ace, Me, Q, and Boss Jinoe

I had a full schedule on Dec 26 onwards… I didn’t run for four days and I traveled to Tuguegarao to attend a wedding. It was a bit deadly since I had to run 32k for the Rizal Day run.

had to travel 12hours by land to be with them 🙂


 I had a great and tiring week prior to Rizal Day run…

Next page please… 🙂


          It’s been exactly a week when friends, lots of attitude and will power brought me to KM48. It would have been KM56, but that distance is the farthest that my legs and body can take.

          I never thought that I could go that far since the longest distance that I ever did since I started going gaga over running is 10k. My primary reason for not signing up for Corregidor was that I am not yet ready for a 10miler.

          Honestly, I guess I got carried away when some guys over at SB were talking about it. I don’t know what convinced me to join; I was actually having second thoughts a few days before December 6, I wanted to backed out – nakahiyaan ko nalang 🙂

          So on December 6, 2009, me and some peeps over at negotiated KM0-56 while some of the runners that we know were pounding the streets of Singapore, conquering Corregidor, and running the blues at the Ateneo.  

i felt pretty surrounded by good looking men hihihi

          Coach Titus didn’t stop me from joining the LSD  he just wished me luck when i told him about it and if my memory serves me right, i actually told him that i will just be doing 20K. I just got a dose of “sermon” when he came over for that deep tissue massage hehehe Thanks so much, Coach! Sorry ka nalang nadagdagan crazy students mo.

          I learned so much during that LSD… I will not be dwelling much on the details of the run, the places that we passed, or how crazy I felt as we were running in the wee hours of the morning  while most of the people we saw on the road were either going home from gimmicks or from work.

          One thing that I would like to mention here however is the stench that greeted my nostrils when we passed through several rivers going to our direction which is tagaytay ( rivers nga ba yung mga yun?) I don’t know where to compare the smell, but i really didn’t like it 🙂

          We started in Luneta and from there we ran to the direction of Baclaran… another realization hit me while passing through Roxas Blvd until we reached the vicinity of Heritage Hotel. How lucky I am to have a home and a bed… My heart bled seeing many people from all ages sleeping at the sidewalk. It made me appreciate the things that I have which I usually take for granted. All I wanted during that time was to run, I didn’t realize that it would be an avenue of internalization and self actualization. 

          I am also glad that I went through that experience with the people who made me appreciate running even more. Some of them were the very first friends I made over at SB; the rest I only met during the LSD, but they were just awesome! Thanks peeps! you know who you are 🙂 this may sound cliche but i wouldn’t have done it without all of you. 

ngiting ngiti pa bago pumunta ng luneta 🙂

smiling faces 🙂

di pa naman namin kakulay ang mga Kenyan hehehe

           Another good thing about LSD is you get to appreciate mundane things… The egg and tuna sandwiches of Doct and Junar are the best sandwiches or the banana that Gab brought was sweeter than any banana that I ever tasted. Suddenly you realized that the road you are pounding is better than the last time you were there and that it is now properly lighted, and when you are already physically spent, a drop of water is like a taste of heaven…  

lack of sleep finally took its toll...

          Personally, I was ok the first twenty kilometers or so… i felt strong despite the fact that I wasn’t able to sleep the day before. There were lots of food and stories in every pit-stop, ’twas like a picnic! The succeeding kilometers however is a silent battle within; I started to question why I am there or why am I doing such. I quietly screamed at trees and the numerous electric posts along the road 🙂 I talked to myself and kept thinking about the words of BR – TRY TO GO BEYOND YOUR LIMITS – 25k was my limit, the distance I covered was my MAX!

i looked like a construction worker! had to force Doct to take this pic hehehe

           I was so ready to quit when we reached KM37, but Junar convinced me to continue with a promise that we will have more walk breaks. We actually tried the Galloway method of 3:1 but with the sun blazing from the horizon we walked almost 3kms before we decided to jog then walk again.  

          It was I guess somewhere in Silang when somebody gave us a Tiger Gatorade; that was so kind of you, Jerry! Thank you so much! That was such a relief…

           I wanted so much to finish 56Km, but when I reached KM48 and sat that was the end for me; Gab sealed the deal when he told me that “Huwag mo ng pilitin, malayo na ang natakbo mo”. I was so tired and hungry. I am not sure if I am still coherent after that; I was lost in my own thoughts until we reached Tagaytay junction where the rest of the guys were waiting.

          Finally at a little past 12NN, Mark arrived. I don’t know how he felt but I am sure he was relieved to finally reached KM56. Glenn, Gab, Sam, Rod, and Doct followed a little later. Congrats, guys!

lots and lots of pogi points for you!


tired but happy

          I still feel the bodily effects of my 48KM finish… I accumulated 28Kms after that but I still feel a little discomfort in my mid-sole (tama ba yung term?) Will i do it again? Without batting an eyelash (Sowee, Coach hehehe)

Banditry at it’s Finest

I wasn’t able to register for the NB Race since I was out of town when the race was supposed to be held; but due to Typhoon Ondoy that wreaked havoc across the Metro, the race was re-scheduled at a later date.

My involvement in this race was another first for me. Since I am a newbie on the blog and running scene, visitors may just get tired reading about my “firsts”. Please put up with me since my primary motivation in creating this page is to chronicle my running – hence the firsts 🙂

I met Ley on November 22, 2009 during the Botak Paabilisan Road Race. He run 15K while I did the 10K where I finished 54:48 (unofficial). I was so “high” during that time so I volunteered to be his pacer for the NB Run because he wants to have a sub60 finish. I guess everybody is already aware that officially, my time during the Botak race is 1:03:29. I really felt bad after learning of the published official time, honestly, I was embarrassed – I was overconfident; I posted my unofficial result on my FB account, told friends, wrote about it on the blog etc… I was disheartened, yes, but it only fueled my desire to do better next time.

I can’t bully anybody in the office to bring me to the race area, so I asked Doc Topher if I can possibly hitch a ride; he agreed so I diligently waited for him in front of Camp Crame lest he changed his mind 🙂 Thank you, DocT!

We arrived early at BHS; that gave me more time to warm up and say hello to more people. I was tense and kept thinking that I may not be able to keep up with the task at hand… I said a little prayer then off I went to the starting shoot with Doc Marvs, Que, and Marga hoping that I will be able to inched my way without being noticed (sorry ka nalang, matalas ang mata ng checker hehehe) I then waited for Ley after the starting line…

We started nicely, I kept up with his pace; Ley is pretty strong. He was determined. I thought it was an easy route until we reached Mckinley… the uphill was a killer. I can’t remember who’s motivating who when we reached that area, but suffice to say that we both negotiated the hill without walking. The gradual elevation at the area of Essensa is another story on our way back. It’s just so hard to negotiate such when you are already spent.

We slowly increased our pace after the stoplight, we both regained our strength and I am pretty sure that Ley will have a sub60 finish. I was the persistent cheerer 500meters to the finish line. I was shouting Ley “bilis konti nalang, malapit na” over and over again until he reached the finish line. Ley finished the race in 57:57!

It was an awesome race… I choked back tears as I gave him a hug at the finish line.

Congrats, Ley! You did it with flying colors…

The race day was very significant. Apart from being a first time bandit, it was also during that Sunday where I met more or less thirty (30) energetic and super friendly members (you are awesome, guys!)

the picture was lifted from the website

the medals!

I was glad Ley gave me the chance to be his Bandit… that day proved to be one of the shining moments of my crazy running life 🙂  Thanks so much, friend! It meant a lot to me…