“You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help other people get what they want” – Zig Ziglar Quote
Discussing law of thermodynamics with Leo doesn’t seem to entertain him.
I became a Dream Pacer last Bull Runner’s Dream Marathon 2011 and it was fun pacing a friend achieve his goal! Leo, 6:18 on his last marathon (Condura Marathon 2011), achieved a 23 min PR 5:55. Leo was a good pacee for he acknowledged what I am saying, too bad that he had a little difficulty on the last 5k due to cramps, but I was still able to push himself to the limits! Walang Sukuan!
I am glad that he improved and was able to be at the first half of the runners who joined the event! He could have killed me for pushing him so much, hehe!
Looking forward to pace another runner next time!
Congratulations Jaymie Pizzaro aka The Bull Runner on your successful event!
Congratulations to my team CB family, takbo.ph and to the new marathoners as well!
After our grisly quest to Km 160 and 102, Earl (The Running Gramps) and Allan AKA j3j3RNR thought of joining a fun event; the Blackberry-Endure Aquathlon. The three of us settled on the CURVE Category (400m swim, 3K run) than doing BOLD (600m swim, 5K run) so as not to jive with the more serious Multi-sport athletes (I dreamt of going podium as well – dream on!) notrealizing there are some competitive athletes as well on our category.
Although this will be just a fun event, it doesn’t mean that there will be no competition going on among us. Earl kept on bullying me telling me to prepare on my alibis if I lost on our mini-match, Allan remain silent though and laughing on our trash-talks, he claimed that he didn’t really prepare for it (or maybe he was just trying to be the black horse).
The race began with me leading of course, haha, yet I noticed that kids who were parts of our wave were the ones who are outswimming us! What the h***! These kids were throwing us waters right into our mouth! What a shame!
After a couple of minutes I moved to transition and ran! I keep on grasping for air; oh maybe I need more practice. One young runner overtook me and I never managed to overtake any runners, I was even tempted to walk on some hilly part of the race but I tried not to just to save my ass from humiliation. The only bragging rights I can tell is maybe the fact that Earl didn’t out swim or outrun me and so did Allan, good think it was just 3K, haha! (COWARD!)
Anyway, I know I can’t have best of both worlds, I need to train more on this aspect as this was definitely not my cup of tea yet but I might be willing to try it over again. We had fun! Thanks Team Endure for giving us stuff like this.
Keep on coming!
Photos courtesy of Raisa Tan, Glo Arbatin, KB Runner and Cherry Bautista
Never reach out your hand unless you’re willing to extend an arm. – Elizabeth Fuller
A week ago, It was me running BDM, now, It’s time to help. I volunteered myself to be one of Earl’s (Running Gramps) Support Crew together with Idol-BDM-160K-Champ-Simply_Wilnar and JejeRNR Allan Martos AKA Lucky AKA DODAYISHI, 1st PAU 50K Run Finisher.
On my flight for 160 Kilometer race and being a support crew, I have come to realize that running an Ultra-marathon is a team sport (unless you are running alone). It was the Runner and Support Crew relationship. The runner being your champion and the support to maintain the champion’s strength to make sure that he is at his finest despite of hours of running , location, and unimaginable weather condition. Yes, it was the support crew’s responsibility to make sure that the runner is doing good; however, the runner also creates a undeclared responsiblity to his support crews at well. That he should finish it and he should never give up no matter what. At times, the runner can become to grouchy due to discomfort and this time, the support’s patience is measured. The support needs to give whatever they’ve got to help. On some ocassion, you help them change stuff like shirt, socks and shoes ( I never heard someone seek assistance on shorts chage though – haha!). It’s a long day for the team…
Fast forward. Aftr a very long day, Everything freezes at the finish line. The time the runner crosses the finishline is not just the runner’s success but to the support crew as well; an awesome and unexplainable feeling of truimph on both ends.
Does anyone bothers to take photos on your way back home? 😛
From my own point of view, no one would ever describe what happened back then; it was an oxymoron. Bitter and sweet while traversing three provinces by foot. Hermes winged shoes was taken from me for he felt that I did not deserve it, I didn’t execute such speed training he requires for me to adapt it; however, I still owned Athena’s wisdom, Ares’ fighting prowess, Eros’ passion and Pan’s mirth to pursue my dream to do a 100 mile…
The fates told me I was ridiculous and ambitious; how come a mere argonaut can survive the distance if he was a fat ass they claimed… Yes, I doubted myself for awhile, maybe they were right, but suddenly upon sharing my dream to my friends, they believed. It’s a possibility! They even began sending all their good vibes to me… And so my quest began.
Fifty-nine runners all gathered at Km 0 in Mariveles, Bataan where the old Death March had started. Support crews of different runners were all excited to see their champions at Km 160. I was not on myself before the gunstart, I kept holding my hands together trying to make myself composed until the countdown.
The running gods were all mocking us as we start. It was an illusive dream they thought, but we dared them and that made them mad. Helios the sun-god was first sent and let his magnificent sunshine strike! It turned terribly hot as minutes and hours passed by, but I, the argonaut came prepared for I covered myself with a white iced deep plumage which made me totally comfortable except that it was a bit heavy. Donuts were my comfort food as well from the 10th and the 20th k of the race; felt like I have eaten an ambrosia… Helios wrath was so strong it made me feel like giving up, right from the start of the race, I began to wonder, can I?
Kilometer 50. It’s almost 8 hours when I reach it, changed outfit and ran. I decided to load myself with a decent rice meal that time… And that I think made me strong… I felt the 2nd wind and started to pick up the pace that I lost at the first 50. Zeus must have been missing his aim of thunderbolt on me! The mirth of the Demi-god Pan is what I currently possess! Optimistic, energetic, alive! Even my friends I felt that were giggling on my extra strength. I felt awesome until I reached 100th km. I was sore when I reached 102nd Km, and it was time again to freshen up.
The last stretch of the race. Just 58 more kilometers and it will be over. I can now get back to rest. Yan paced me, then Bave, Chris, Athan and Maridol. It was Terrible for I could no longer run at a good pace. The god of darkness made me fell like I was walking in the underworld. Gloomy, sad.. I felt that I could no longer pursue…
The thought of quiting is already playing in my mind, telling that my body has gone tired and any minute it would stop and malfunction. I was about to throw the white towel when I came to realize that my friends has not yet given up on me, not a single thought that they’d ask me if I can still go on, instead they tell me that I still look so strong… From there I believed for the thought of seeing my friends failure because of me is not an option.
I fought against the Morpheus, the god of slumber by eating what we have in stock, to keep me busy in the lame hours of the night… Chips, donuts, banana, balot, coffee, gummybears, hotdogs,eggs I took them all until twilight came.
Last 20k at 6am in the morning. I am still pushing… Last 15k and told myself I’m almost there. Last 10k and my team mates who supported Wilnar, (my team mate who finished first) were there already cheering for me. “Push!” how come I’m enter entertaining the thought. “Push” as my friends tell because someone is behind me. Last Kilomter, 9:30 am I ran and gave all I’ve got until I saw the finish line… More! I am almost there…. I finally hit the finis line I almost sob again for joy instead I scream at the top of my lungs! A battle cry claiming and bragging to the world that I am done! The god of love Eros never let my passion fall nor Athena’s wisdom it did not break! I am done! 100 miles of hardships and was earned after 21:41 (Official).
I ran, I walk the whole 160Km route, yet I strongly believes that the credit shouldn’t only belong to me but to the people who inspired me; to my friends who supported me on from morning to dusk to midnight to dawn until I get though my final step. Thank you… To my dad, to whom I dedicate this race, Thank you and to the Lord God who never stopped giving me the opportunity to become strong and corageuous.
Photo Credit: Bave, Cris Dela Cruz, Maridol Yabut, Marving Pangan and Boy Praning