I only started joining fun runs this year, March 21. The eve of the 29th birthday. The event was Globe Run in Ayala Triangle, Makati City. I joined 5K category.
And from there, I did not lean back. And I end the year joining my first half-marathon (21K). Or should I say, ultrahalfmarathoner because the entire route is 23.4km.
My only preparation is running 10k for thrice a week one month before the Dec 05 date. And the 15K run I did with Unilab two weeks before it.
But deep inside I know I can hurdle it; it’s just that I don’t have any idea how I will be able to survive knowing that this is my first time. But my spirit is high, and I promise myself to finish this year with a running medal. And it’s a done deal.
I only got to see the race route few days before D-day. I have no inkling how far it is since I am not quite familiar with Commonwealth Avenue. So that did not give me the nerves. Until the actual run.
The first 8km was a breeze. I run comfortably; even if there are inclines and declines in the route (overpass, hilly terrain, etc). But after I pass by 10K, my left foot started to complain. It went on saying “ouch, please stop for a moment, I need a rest here.” I said “no, I cannot…my right foot is okay..so I guess you are just whining.” But it did lessen my speed a bit because I don’t want to force it. Besides, I don’t want to end up being rescued by the Red Cross medics. Nakakahiya.
On the 15K line, I can already see the top most point of the Quezon City Circle tower in the horizon. Yes, I know that the finish line is near. But not ’til I turn left back into University Avenue and Acad Oval inside UP Diliman.
When I reach the Oblation area, I was literally walking not because I am tired, but more because my two legs are way too complaining. They just don’t cooperate much further. The pain, especially in my upper thigh, is getting into my subconscious mind. I have no problem with my shin area. I think this is because I wear compression socks, which lessens the pull of gravity every time I pump my feet forward.
When I am near the finish line, I did not feel excited anymore. Not even the medal that awaits me there. Maybe because I keep thinking that I have to finish this once and for all so that the pain and the suffering I endure will end; and the medal is the secondary reason.
I feel elated for my first personal record of 03H:02M:45S. But I am happier that I end the year surviving the half-marathon.
Running has been a good thing that happened to me this year. I am excited for what challenges and achievements it will give me next year.