When Failure Changed You

Turning wounds into wisdom…

Left – September 2014, Right – October 2015

Everyone fails.  Once, twice or maybe a hundred times; just like Thomas Alba Edison when he thought of creating the light bulb, his failures did not stop him from doing what he loves.  It even made him to do something better, until he achieved his goal… Just like him, it may not be phenomenal, I have a story too.
Flashback – I left Kuwait for Korea in July 2014. I was a bouncing 100kg block at that time. Wooohhoooo! One of my friends even threw a joke at me that I am 0.1 ton (Damn, how could they use the unit ton on me). I know I’m heavy and big for my height but I believe that things will be okay if I workout.  I’m sure it will be okay.  So I started having this new life, working out, running, swimming, but nothing really serious as my diet was the same.  SEE-FOOD (When I see food, I eat). I would always try to weigh myself and see very minimal changes; I joined various half marathons, but naaah, nothing.  Ok, I lost weight, 1lb per month.  I’m not really sure if it was a big difference… maybe, at least I’m going somewhere.  I even joined Tokyo marathon in February 2015, and I was around 95Kg; 5kg in 7months.  Then triathlon events came in April and finished last.  At the end of July 2015, I weight 93kg; a loss of 7kg in one year.

Busan Half Marathon Finished at 2:43.
Busan Half Marathon Finished at 2:43.

My friends see me as very optimistic person and I really consider myself the same: fit and able to endure anything that goes in my way. Then, this event came.  70.3 Ironman… A Complete Failure. I blame the full moon, the unforgiving heat and the inconsiderate marshals (even though they are not) for now allowing me to run…

Fine. No problem, I’m fine, Perfect, Try again. I was trying to console myself and so did my friends, but the truth was, it’s not okay. I returned to Korea thinking about it, and I had this realization, that I need to do something different for me to really achieve my goal.

I started planning, and logging my accomplishments manually, there are strava and runkeeper, but putting it this way gave me a sudden thrill of completing every workout.
I started planning, and logging my accomplishments manually, there are strava and runkeeper, but putting it this way gave me a sudden thrill of completing every workout.

I signed up for a number of multisport events, but I told myself that I want to be better. I created a training diary and told myself that I should do it. Whatever my reasons were when I wake up, I have to do it. I get up early to swim or bike or run. Then in the evening do the same. 7 days a week. I rest sometimes but that’s because of my work schedule.  The key was I should have a good sleep.   I used my common sense on my diet; eliminated sugar in my coffee and chose healthier options.

On the first 2 weeks I saw significant difference on my weight. Wow! This is working.  I shared my plan to few of my friends who I know can motivate me; to keep my sanity (because I’ve never done this before). I would show them what I’m doing and they would virtually pat my back for my job. That feels good.

I consistently workout, and it showed huge results.  All my races may not be a complete success but there is one thing in this pursuit that thrilled me most. I lost 10kg! I looked back on some of my photos a year ago, and it was like I’m looking at two different people, with the same smile (lol).  Even I couldn’t believe on what I have achieved, just when I thought it’s IMPOSSIBLE. Then, I change the way I look at things, then it became, I’M POSSIBLE.  I used my failure as my inspiration to be better, and so I succeed.
Today, I am still aiming to shred few more pounds, I just recently hit sub 2 hours in my last half marathon, and looking forward to improve my time in my marathon pursuit.


Monitored my progress with the use of Body Analyzer in the gym I am registered, while the accuracy of the Fat% and other things seemed to be questionable, it is giving me a ball park value and something to target.

Claiming the Golden Fleece

What destiny sends, bear! Whoever perseveres will be crowned. – Johann Gottfried Herder

Start of the race gathering around the KM ) Post.

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 running gods must have been mocking us on our attempt.

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.

Lead me Lord I always utter… He did not forsake me.

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.

Thank you Lorie and Mommy Eve for the Krispy Kreme Donuts!

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.

Dusk came and we are still running. Morpheus the god of slumber is ready to see his preys.


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…

Insomiac Bave in my crew!

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.

My crew-turned-pacers
My crew-turned-pacers trying to comfort me despite of being irate

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.

A few yards to the finish line…

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).

The Golden Fleece was Claimed at Last…

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.

BR, Runners and Support Crew

Photo Credit: Bave, Cris Dela Cruz, Maridol Yabut, Marving Pangan and Boy Praning

Year 2

Going and going…

Looking forward for more! (photo from Sheryll Q.)

Today is my 2nd anniversary of my running passion. it all started in Drew Arellano’s Happy Run where I ran bandit! I didn’t look back after that and continue with the thing I started to love. I had my first and second marathon before my 1st year ends and on the 2nd phase, I unfold new stories and beat myself over and over again! Haha!


Condura Marathon – I hit my first sub 5 on a marathon at 4:58. You’ll never see my name though because it was under a name of a dear friend who inspired me to beat her! Unfortunately, she was just too good for me.


Bataan Death March – My first ultramarathon. A 100k’er. Who would ever thought I could finish?

TNF50 – A month after BDM I joined a trail ultramarahon but decided to run just half of TNF’s cocktail. Thanks Ellen for pulling my leg to join. This is indeed the hardest race I’ve joined to date. PAU Races Baldrunner’s ultra race in different province is breath-taking. Unexpected terrain but I could say awesome!

Marathon, marathon, marathon! Oh boy I joined 3 more marathons! Milo, CamSur and QCIM. PR to beat now is 4:51.

Multisport- I dread water! I dread biking, but for the love of the game, I tried and was able to improve myself! Ateneo Aquathlon, AAA Cup and NAGT Super-Mini Tri.

PR’s – I hit my 10k at 52 mins now. I haven’t tried sole 5k but I dd a pretty much good split at 24.

Podium Finish

Fat Ass Run totally came to me by surprise. Fat Ass King is the tittle I may have to carry for all year round!

Yeah I’m good ain’t I? On the other hand, there were a lot of people behind my success… Takbo.ph friends, Team CB, my family and of course, God! Who and Where is the fat-assed argonaut without them… Oh well, i am Looking forward again for the phase 3 of my running passion! Wherever life is taking me this time, i’m sure it will be another story to tell. Until then…

Salute to A Colorful 2010!

Cheers to a promising New Year ahead! The best is yet to come…

Amazed this year!
Amazed this year!

Whoah! I just realized that 2010 is almost over.  I am just counting hours and ready to welcome a new year ahead. It was indeed an awesome year for me,   bittersweet moment.  Considerably, this year is a blast on my passion for running and on my career as well although not everything was something to rejoice like my father’s death last February.

I could almost do this during the ultra-races that I've joined...

On Ultra Races.

After joining Condura, then Bataan Death March, I never looked back.  It followed with a series of Ultra Marathons and Marathons month by month
which I loved so well.  TNF was the most remarkable race I’ve joined so far where my will power was tested more than BDM despite that it is only a 50Km race.  I ran, I had a hard time,  I had blisters and pain; I cried and laugh at the finishline savoring victory after each race and hurriedly go to my office for I don’t have anyone to replace me for sometimes. 


One of the photos that I took in an early morning in Tagaytay


On Travels

Hah! It was my most travelled year as well (Not sure though).  I went to Ilocos to run, in CamSur where we were conned by a not so famous event organizer and even being dithced out in the island.  Hiked in Batangasand in Rizal to train for a Climathon in Baguio (TNF). I was on training and racing and at the same time enjoyed everybit of it despite of all the mishaps that occured. I wish I could go back and even travel more around the Philippines.  Hope I can pin Batanes next year.

Naaah, just one of my photos that I took on my transit in Singapore


On Career

At last, I hit my PR at work last May where I officially became a certified technician after fearing so much of taking the examination.  Good thing I gripped my balls so much so that they would not fall and put it back into places the moment it was over.  Lols!  Most importantly, I got the chance to go to Abudhabi to visit our office there,  in Dubai where we have an office as well, Spent a day in Singapore to at least have fun during transit and in Malaysia in an hour to enjoy every bit of it. 
I mentioned in last blog too about getting an employee award. Hmm… I wonder what will happen to me next year.  Jeez!!
I am so excited!
Lastly, No Sick-leave for me this year.  Tell me more about Work-Life Balance.

A home theater that I won in a raffle. An I thought it's just a lame DVD Player

On Luck

T’was three years streak that I won something in the office. From  Cellphone (2008) to Aircooler (2009) and a DVD Receiver this year! Oh boy, I am really a lucky guy.  Oh well, I think I deserve it after loosing 3 cell phones this year (Stupid me!)

Day 1 of ANR Tiendesitas (yabang ko no? =P)

On Responsibilities and Volunteering

I co-hosted 4 events this year! A company event, The Takbo.ph  Anniversary where I get the chance to meet DJ Chloe, The” Takbo Mo Tanglaw Ko” fun run for the Aetas and the Takbo.ph Year End Party. Seriously, given a chance, I would love to do more of it! Also,  I am really proud that I became a part of Adination of Runners sponsored by Adidas.  It was a tough work I guess but I loved it. Saturday Mornings and Fridays Nights in Tiendesitas were eventful.  on this, I would like to thank Adidas and takbo.ph for the opportunity that you have given me;and to my friends (especially Team CB) who were always there to support me.
I am glad that most of you guys had improved physically. 



Created by my friend Lorie after my first tri


On Multi-sport

I have joined series of 2 Aquathlon this year.  Ateneo Aquathlon (I don’t know how to swim yet at this point) and AnR Alabang Aquathlon.  I really improved in my swimming skills although I still have a lot to learn as far as techniques are concerned.
Eventually I was able to join a Super-minisprint event.  Thanks again to a good friend Doc Art who never
stopped believing in my capabilities.  Doing a week of Biking after so many years is not easy. Lol!
Again, what an awesome year.  Hope I can equalize it next year or even move further. How about checking my lovelife next year? Hehe!

Team CB! :)

The best is yet to come…

The Wrath of the Sun-God Helios (The CAMSUR Marathon Adventure)

Patience is not only a virtue, but an acquired trait.

The Illusion

The thought of CAMSUR is wonderful… Just right enough to enjoy the Beach and Wakeboarding at the famous CWC.  Zeus ordered Baccus the god of wine to put us to an illusion that running the CAMSUR marathon would be inviting… To make it look like a good chance to hit out best because of the flat route…  Most of us were trapped into that illusion.

Marathon and Half-Marathon Newbies

Yes, we were lured into the illusion of paradise.  Out of town… Fresh Air…  A number of my companions registered for Half marathon and Marathon  unaware of what will really happen to us.

Goodluck Bash to Our Neo-half Marathoners and Marathoners

We trained for the event.  Agreed… But the question is if are we really prepared for it?

The Start.

The race started before the Sun-God Helios comes out.  I really planned of running at 6-minute pace until I fade but I had this uncomfortable feeling right from the start of the race.  I was not able to warm-up because the chariot that brought us to the starting mark arrived barely 5-minutes before the race started.  It end up in a run-walk pace right from the start of the race.  I told myself that maintaining a 6:35 pace should be good enough.

The 42-K route

It was dark…  and I wish it was just like that; however, Zeus the god who always want to challenge the adventurers ordered Helios go shine as early as it could and let display his flambouyant light.

I maintained my pace despite of discomfort until Km 30.  I was having a hard-time but I don’t want to whine about it. Blocking the pain and happy thoughts is what all I have in my mind.  Good thine the mortals watching us cheered the best way they could.  Greeting us everytime they saw us and giving us their best cheer and applause.  Children even gave us High Fives!

My team who waited for us in the finish line

Km 30…  The wrath of Helios was inevitable.  It eventually over-powered me as my pace started to decline.  Good thing that another mortal gave me 3 salt pills along the race which I took strategically.  I didn’t take any food except to my only energy gel that I took at Km 21 (I took the first before the race started) and some bananas provided by the organizer.  Water is the only hydration that I drank for I am afraid on to get some carbonated drink that the race had in every hydration stations.

A female runner who fainted somewhere along the route being helped by out takbo.ph friends

Another good thing is that Athena blessed me with wisdom so I managed to go on kilometer per kilometer despite of my fading pace.  I even passed a couple of runners who were already suffering from the thunderbolt casted by Zues against them and from the venom of the gorgon-Medusa that turned their feet into stone.


 I eventually arrived at the finishline after five hours of my run-walk strategy.  Despite of not beating my personal best, I am still glad about this for I have enjoyed this race.  

Post race picture... BLAH!

All of us compalined about the heat.  It was terribly hot that day yet good thing no one gets hurt.   I am also glad to see my friends to finish the race.  They were winners in their own right. Indeed that no sun-god can  beat our wisdom and determination to finish.

Takbo.ph friends who finished the race!

Thank God (the real one)  who made this day who gave me another opportunity to express my will and strength.  It was undeniably a wonderful day.

The race gave us a real BLAH!

Congratulations to my firends who just finished their first half marathon and marathons.  You made us proud! 

Acknowledgment to Joyce Morisson, Runner’s Run and Brando Losaria on some pictures that I have used. Thanks also to my dear friend Cherry who used my Camera to get some real action shots!



My blog has been idle for quite a month now. No updates whatsoever of anything despite the fact that you can see me most of the time in some occasions. I must say that I am really busy. Busy with the training I require to myself in order to be in shape for the event that I will be joining this month and next month, not to mention my busy work schedule too. I am really putting everything in place closely so my mind had been too preoccupied to write. 

Photographer Mode

Anyway, in the past few weeks I volunteered as a photographer in the recently held Takbo.ph Runfest and followed by the Dean’s Cup a week after. This is my way of thanking all my friends who has supported me every time I race. A few weeks from now, I’ll be joining a 65Km race in Laoag and I am really trying to condition myself at least on that race. 

I am still running though but not in any running events because I feel that joining too many races can empty my pocket quick, yet but I am not saying I’m not joining any of them anymore.  I just don’t have much resources at present.  Joining running events out of town can really cost a lot because you need also to enjoy the race other than running there. 

Still on practice...

I am also into swimming, trying to be even more serious because I am aiming to join multisport too someday.  I am amazed at my progress in this sport.  Before, I can’t even move 5 meters and dread to be at the pool after a couple of minutes; however, I can now do laps even longer laps… Yet I believe that I still need to practice more.   

 I will definitely catch up on this blog soon… Soon..

Perdition of Dream (My Milo Story)

Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after another.


I am not utterly certain when I did start my training. I have really wanted to do Milo Marathon right after Condura Marathon but of course due to my desire to join BDM, TNF and PAU, everything started on the 2nd week of May.

I pulled running buddies like Earl and Allan on the preparation and did an average of 50 to 65 Km per week.  Those were really hard-hitting weeks entailing us to do long runs at the end of the week or during Thursday nights. I really want to improve my marathon time to at least 15 minutes or more…  Athena provided me so much wisdom and Eros to combust my passion to pursue my reverie. 

Come race day…  It was an all out flat route except for the flyovers. It was said that grotesque creatures were there and can suck out the power of your hamstrings on those parts. I ignored it, for I know they were just a measly pixie; however, I didn’t in actual fact realize that 10 of those could give me a great mischief.

Takbo.ph gang

My first 15 Km was just right, and so with my next 11Kilometers; however, lurking beasts started to assault me on the last loop.  I endlessly skipped at Zeus lightning despite of my hamstrings fatigue. The sun-god Helios boasted his strength of sunlight.  Good thing that the takbo.ph naiads, nymphs and mortals were there to offer support.  Merely seeing those joyful faces had already provided me more will to push trough. 

Takbo.ph-AnR Alabang in the last 3K photo: by July Pauli

Ultimately, I finished the race at 4:53:55; it was a little over four-minute improvement on my last marathon.  I felt defeated at the finish line for I have underestimated the route. The dream for the fifteen-minute improvement all went to perdition. I tried to contemplate and evaluate myself after the race, thinking if I really had given my 100% potential. 

Anyway, I am pleased I completed the race with all honesty.  I did not ride a chariot to dash, employed a doppelganger to run for me or teleported like the gods and goddesses of Olympus.  I finished the battle with valor; having faster time maybe a gauge of fitness and rapidity, but it’s finishing the race that quantifies manliness.

CB bib photo by takbo.ph


Again, I acknowledged all my friends who were there for support.  Takbo.ph,Team CB and AnR Alabang.  May God bless you always…

Featured Photo: Insignia

Victory belongs to the most persevering. – Napoleon Bonaparte


Whatever what you’ve been through… All the pains and struggles, the efforts, the beaten zombie-ish body and the “almost defeated face”… All of it… Will eventually turn into bliss when you finally found the finish line…

But when that day had passed, the insignia of triumph on the other hand will bring it back into vivid colors, like you were time warped…

At the end of your day dreaming you’ll realize… Oh what a crazy guy you are, but then again, you would always want to go back…

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.

To the Abode of the Gods… The Great Olympus! (Condura Run 2010 – 1st Half)

‘Twas another memorable quest when the argonaut once again dared to enter the abode of the gods… the Olympus!

The Argonauts with the Nymphs of Takbo.ph

Another sleepless night… Good thing I slept more the day before the big day so I feel that I am more conditioned from my last run where in I challenged the not so worthy Morpheus.

Oh we don't want the sun king "Helios" burn us to death...

I arrived at the Great Hall of Bonifacio High Street minutes passed 3AM with the nymph Tracy.  Busloads of people were already there, all excited at the gun start for the 42Km, 21K, 10K and 5K.  Meeting with the other Argonauts, we bid each other good luck.  I believe that one is important… Those words of encouragement coming from your comrades.

Welcome Condura Marathon!

Blazing Fireworks in the sky were seen before the start to surprise the runners who wants to dare and we were all running after that.  Most people are trying to strategize by running at their own comfortable pace at first.  I was with my comrade Gab along the way for we have discussed that we’re going to pull each other’s leg during the race until one of us quits.  Mark Hernandez, Jixee were running with us for a couple of Km until Gab and I forwarded in our comfortable pace. 

Running along side with Gab

Reaching Kalayaan, we saw the formidable team Dragon Bong Z.  I told Gab that we should sneak out so that we wouldn’t be eaten easily by them.  We galloped when the light of Apollo was not present; both of us were laughing at the competition for the trio are indeed motivating us not to stop.

Olympus… The mouth of Olympus was already right before our eyes.  Both of us are having Goosebumps the moment we cross its threshold making us even more excited.  It was darkness as we ascend.  Good thing the God of Light somewhat shed some light through her sister’s emblem … the moonlight.  We are still running at our comfortable pace when the sun-king Helios was up.  At the Olympus, you can see nothing but the blue clear sky, both of us amazed at our feat. We saw Wilnar and Chris speeding, Bryan, Carly, Tina, Glen, Totoy, Dennis, Luis and Sam.  When it’s our time to turn, Gab mentioned that it will be the time how far are we from the DBZ.  Until we realize that they are just lurking behind us.  They weren’t doing so bad after all so we need to be on our guards. 

Don't be deceived... They are damn ferocious!

Km 25. A sign of the Nymph Vicky was present and so with the Running Ninja Sam before we reach the highest point of Olympus.   I stopped and walk the moment I reach that point and uttered that there’s no way I’m going to run this part for it will truly drained me a lot. 

Around Km 27, I stopped, for Zeus lightning had stricken me.  I was immobile for a few seconds and agony is all I can feel.  Gab who was a few meters ahead of me had already moved forward and so I was alone already. I don’t know what to do… I was already having a hard time. Zeus will definitely not stop until I crawl and stop…  It was a punishment for daring him to gatecrash at his abode.  The shoe that Hermes had given me is not giving me anymore drive.  I was already injured… My dream of reaching my goal is starting to shatter, the Fates are laughing at me now and Hades dark chariots are rampaging to arrest me.  Poor Argonaut is about to be sent to the underworld…

to be continued…

photos from Bryan Rivera, Carmen Cabiles, Carlo Serrano

The Quest for the Golden Fleece (Philippine International Marathon 1st blast)

With ordinary talent and extraordinary perseverance, all things are attainable. – thomas buxton

I ran for Pasig River!
Photo Credit: Doc Marv

It was Athena the Godess of Wisdom and Eros the god of love and passion who strained me to join the Philippine International Marathon. I was on my slumber the night after the Subic International Marathon when the gods visited me. Athena had informed me that I was cheated in the last race. Poseidon the god of water intentionally sabotaged the race for he loathed Subic so much for an unknown reason. He had instructed Apollo the god of light to remove all the light as he much as he could that night to ensure that all men will really suffer that night. I couldn’t argue with the goddess… She must be telling right, but it was Eros who done it all. He pointed his bow and arrow on me and streaked me with it and my passion for marathon once again came alive.

Yes, I, once again joined the marathon in my attempt to search the Golden Fleece. I am anxious thinking that I might not be able to conquer it because Helios, the sun-god will be there to scorch the land. Zephyr the west wind for sure would not be able to stay long because he has no match against the sun-god. Days passed with anxiety… but the day before the race. Ares the god of war and Hermes the god of swift visited me while I was busy getting my bread and butter. Ares gave me one of his leggings marked as transition one and a visor marked as Milo. Then Hermes lent me his winged shoes; and so the argonaut gained his courage….

photo credit: gerard cinco

The day came… Men and Women from different walks of life were there. That day I have also seen the other Argonauts. Topher the man blessed by Hippocrates, the father of medicine. Pojie, the man blessed by Athena’s wisdom. Dennis blessed by Poseidon because he never ran out water. Gab the man enlightened by Vulcan the god of fire. All of us were gathered there for a common goal… to battle against our greatest enemy which is Fear and to get the Golden Fleece.

 The race started and all of us soared from Km 0 with passion and conviction. I ran alongside with Gab that moment and realized that Pojie and Dennis were with us. Dennis declared that he will be pacing us achieving a 5 hour goal. I was delighted by his proposition and so I agreed.

Kilometers passed until James that we saw from afar declared that he could no longer moved on because he was struck by Zeus lightning bolt in his knees giving him an ITB… and so the four of us moved on.

Upon doing a steady pace, we were able to see Topher and eventually decided to pace with us. Along the road, Team Logan who was doing a relay overtook us. They must have been blessed indeed by all of the gods…

to be continued…