The Law of Interaction (Globe Run for Home)

For every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. –  3rd Law of Motion, Isaac Newton

All is well towards the finish line

Globe Run For Home is my third official 15K.  First was Mizuno Infinity Run and the other one was Men’s Health All Terrain Race.  Both of which I was not able to perform well.  In Mizuno was beause of eating Longganisa prior to the race and in Men’s Health was because of bringing my SLR in the race itself. 

I actually registered for 15K thinking that this will be a PR race for me so as to at least give a nice record on my 15K belt; however, because of the still existing trauma that I had last Bataan Death March, I have decided to take it easy because I got paranoid of getting injured.  Race day occured and that’s what I really did.  I tried pushing myself but when I felt that I my legs starts to sore, I called it quits. I suddenly remebered Newton’s Law of Motion, that for every action there is an equal but opposite reaction; That if I push it like a horse or like AceBalasador and Mutant Wilnar Iglesia, I might end up getting maimed for my body is still under recovery. 

Or how about pacing with these BDM fairies?

Good thing I chose the right thing.  I was still smiling to the finish line even though it was not really a strong finish but no doubt that I have enjoyed this one.

with my anti-boring pacers

Thanks Cess and Suzi for pacing me.  The race itself would have been boring without your company.  Paul, a.k.a. Ronin of takbo.ph for registering me, Photovendo for the pictures (I got 26 nice shots)  and to Finishline.ph for providing a nice race.  Takbo.ph, another great moment!

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On Being an Aquathlete (Ateneo Aquathlon)

Either you’re an aquathlete or your not an aquathlete…

Am I not so serious?

Despite of the SWAC (Sheer Will’s Aquathlon Cup) series that I have attended, I consider Ateneo Aquathlon as my first official aquathlon; however, I owe my experience to the SWAC itself for it has given me confidence in joining this kind of event despite that fact that I’m still square 1 at swimming.

Wilnar still at his best even after an 8.8 Km warm up in UP

I may not perform well in swim-leg but I still believe that I can do better in running… That’s what I thought…  After the swim-leg, I rushed with my new pair of shoes which I will not disclose (lol).  I was doing fine but after a few minutes my right leg sore so much from my knees down to my shins that made me walk frequently.  Good thing that I only joined the LITE category and that I would only need to accomplish 3 Km and my suffering wouldn’t be that long. 

What happened?

Lonely Argo in Pain...

Back to my sour-grape speech, there could be two things why I end up walking in that three-kilometer race. One is my BDM leg-trauma.  I was in denial telling that my legs are fine, but truth is, it still hurts and that rest is necessary.  Yes, I’m stubborn! Blame me! Next is my suspicious pair of shoes that I haven’t really tried on and yet I decided to break it in the real race; Silly me for learning it the hard way for breaking in a pair of shoes on a race day.

Takbo.ph family participant and support group. (Pati sa aquathlon my support group)

Overall, I maybe disappointed by my performance yet, I am glad about this experience.  My grades in swimming lessons may still be flunking at present but I am very optimistic that it will improve in no time… Till the next aquathlon… or maybe triatlhlon…

Thanks Timmy for the pictures... I guess I need to teach you some tips... LOL! But still you've done a great job! Thanks also for the support! Tee-hee!!!

Acknowledgments:

Allan Roy Martos for assisting me on my registration.

Earl Quero for the ride to Ateneo.

Takbo.ph for the support and food.

Timmy and Marvin for some pictures.

BDM; Bearing Dad’s Memories

Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.

-Lance Armstrong

BDM Participants all waiting for the gunstart

 These are my thoughts in the recently held Bataan Death March.  A 102 Km race to commemorate the unsung heroes of World War II. 

Soaked with my own sweat... ulk!

First few Km of the race was just typical.  It was trouble-free and the fun is just right… but it was humid. Really humid; so I decided to remove my top so that I won’t get intimidated by it.  I was an eye candy that time.  People were kind of puzzled seeing me like that.  I know! Call me crazy but I don’t care; I just need to be comfortable because I still have a long way to go.  Ellen’s gang is messing on me at that time and another all girls support group that I don’t know. I just put a new shirt on after Km 27, where I feel I can already be comfortable with my shirt on.  Kilometers had passed until I suddenly felt something on my right foot.  “PAIN!!!”  I really have no idea where I got it but I had to pursue.  My team has been trying to save it by massage and putting liniments but it’s not working.  Even Gail (Abby’s Support) tried to check me and realized that it’s swollen. At that point I could really almost give up for every step is pain.  I tried walking as fast as I could at that point until I reached Km 50.

Gail checking on my leg while on a photo-op.

I immediately moved and did not try staying long when I reached the Km 50 pitstop. I need to move for time is indeed of essence to me and for I am just walking as much and as fast as i could wondring if it will take me to the cut-off… Oh boy, I’m so frustrated and scared.  My support group would try to cheer me up everytime I reached them and it really breaks me apart for my moral is already down and it gives me pain if I failing them. I told them not to bother massaging me for I think it will no longer work.  Lorie gave a painkiller and accepted it thinking it would be mylast resort. 

Pushing... Km 99

I had brunch at 10AM at KM 64 or so…  Corned beef, Rice and Egg.  I was unable to walk fast at that time and told myself to just take it easy for a while until I’m good to go.  Briskwalk… Briskwalk…  Right after the meal.  Jog… Jog… a couple of minutes or so… Run!  That’s when I felt I’m doing good already.  The second wind was  already within me,  I felt so strong and i took the opportunity.  I can’t believe I am passing a couple of runners! I felt really awesome.  I informed Julie that I’m not stopping until I reach KM 80 and ask her to provide water everytime to freshen me up.  It was extremely hot and my buff  that I put on my head keeps on drying up every minute.  It was really crazy!

To the finish line

 Km 80, 90 (I did my #2)… I was really tired like I don’t want to go on… Blisters were as big as a coin,  Knees were wasted and the whole body was exhausted.  I kept talking to myself… telling stuff about my dad…  telling him that this for him… that I am not giving up because I will not let him down.  I prayed to God to give me more courage to finish and to survive…

I really couldn't help it...

Km 98.  I decided to remove my shoes and used slippers.  Km  99.  Km 100… Kilometer markers seemed to be like forever…  Km 101…   Heart pounding…  500m, 400…  Where’s that damn marker!??  That was until I realized that I need to turn left… Oh no! everyone was there…  My friends who all believed in me and supported me… They were all cheering and waiting in the finish line.  Either it was Cherry or Lorie handed me my father’s picture.  I ran as fast as I could for the finish line until I sat on the Km102- marker and cried…

My BDM Group

I had a picture with Baldrunner himself and sat in the corner…  I was tired and could not almost walk. Everything  flashes within my eyes as I sat.  My hardships, and my friends hardships too.  I was so overwhelmed about the love and full support they gave to me.  It was cheesy but I couldn’t thank them more enough.   They also had a hard time as much as I had but still patient to provide all my needs.  I was indeed grateful and will be forever grateful about this. 

This, I share to people who believed and supported me... to people who think I'm crazy and yet there were all by my side... to people who never stop supporing my ideals and dreams... to people who waited for me to the finish line and to people I admired and loved.

Going back home, I tried looking at the miniature of the Kilometer Marker, the insgnia of my achievement, of my triumph…  This i solely dedicate to my dad who died 9 days before the race and this, I share to people who believed and supported me… to people who think I’m crazy and yet there were all by my side… to people who never stop supporing my ideals and dreams… to people who waited for me to the finish line and to people I admired and loved.

Special thanks to Brando Losaria, Let Guieb and Gail Consolacion for the pictures.

Unleashing

BDM Starting Line

What does it take to unleash one’s potential?  Was it determination to conquer and achieve your goal or was it when you are trapped in a situation where there is no turning back?  Was it courage to face your  fear or pride of not being defeated?  Was it finishing a race and realize how far you have gone or was it giving up and learning what you have experienced from it?

Whatever our reason is, I’m sure that it must be reasonable…  We have our own ideals that we believe and we would always cling on that no matter what.   That made me unleashed my full potential…

Support Wheel (Century Tuna Super Bods Run)

I’m in support this time…

Present at Run Rio's 1st Leg

I could say thatI felt so tired last Condura race so I decided to take it easy in Century Tuna Super Bods Run and self-proclaimed to be Julie and Lorie’s Support. 

Before the race, Lorie has already complained that her knee somewhat hurt on her last Nuvali race  and that might hinder the success of her PR on her 2nd 21K.  I mentioned that it would be fine because this race will let us realize what we have done wrong (though it would be on a hard way).  The race started and everything went fine fot a few kilometers until she realized about the pain.  Julie need to go ahead and so with Marvin and told them that I’ll take care of Lorie. 

After the 5th Km, her struggle started and our pace deccelerate dramatically.  Walking would be easy but going back to a slow run is a struggle. Her knee is hurting at that point and all I can do is to be with her to make her burden at least easy.

Determination to finish

Ultimately, we finished because we don’t really know what the words “give up” means.  It may indeed be a hard day but the determination to pass the finshline is priceless.

Thanks Photovendo for the Pictures!