You know you’re a runner when you hear the word “bib” you think of race numbers not babies and Gerber food.
Yesterday when I was organizing my bookshelf, something fell from one of my books: a race bib, which I used as a bookmark. It was the bib from my first marathon, the 2013 Bull Runner Dream Marathon. A flood of memories rushed through my mind…the excitement when I attended the first Bull Circle, the early morning runs in BGC and Nuvali, the Nuvali hills, and then of course the race day. I stared at my bib for a long time thinking, “Did I actually run this?” Unbelievable. It seemed so long ago.
And then there was my 2015 Condura Skyway Marathon bib from my last marathon. Ah, I always get the chills everytime I’d pass by Magallanes. I’d look at THAT bridge, that intimidating Magallanes bridge that we ran four times one fine morning in February. Funny thing is, I want to run it again.
Still in the teal green Metrowide Courier plastic pouch was my Milo 21k bib. The race will be this Sunday, July 26 at 4:30 in the morning. Sadly, I will not run it. Ok, I’m all for pushing it, for going out on a run even when I’m tired or had only a few hours of sleep. But for several weeks now my blood pressure had been erratic. You know, sometimes I think I’m superwoman but I learned the hard way that I couldn’t do it all. I’ve already missed several weeks of training and it would be unwise for me to run this race.
I had a training program that I started to follow for Milo but there were personal circumstances – my unstable blood pressure, building a new home in Pasig for my son, and helping him move in – things that played havoc in my training schedule. For sure, life isn’t always smooth sailing that is why I have accepted that it’s ok not to race Milo. I must remember that it is important to keep things in perspective and balance.
I know I’ll be back in proper training soon but for now I have to get enough rest without feeling guilty. I won’t make training another stress to add to my life. Running shouldn’t be an added pressure. Running should make me feel better and healthier.
Today, January 30, 2015 is the National Day of Mourning for the 44 members of the Philippine National Police Special Action Force that fell during an armed encounter in Maguindanao last Sunday.
Read about the heartbreaking story HERE and HERE.
Allow me to quote my friend Jet Arbis. He said,
On midnight of this Saturday, I will be running a full marathon — my 3rd in a year.
This Condura Skyway Marathon aims to benefit the Heroes Foundation whose mission is “to provide educational assistance in the form of stipends to children and dependent siblings of Filipino soldiers killed in action (KIA) or totally incapacitated while in line of duty.”
On this date, I commit to run a kilometer for each fallen hero of Mamasapano. With each kilometer, I will say a silent prayer — for my sympathies for their families, for the Hero Foundation to include dependents of PNP officers, for sobriety among all Filipinos whether Christian or Muslim, for the powers that be to keep in mind that an ambiguous peace is still better than certain war.
I hope to cross the finish line by dawn and lift all my prayers to the heavens together with the rising sun. So help me, God.
I could not have said it any better.
Marathons are tough, that’s a fact.
It’s only three days before the Condura Skyway Marathon and I have transformed into a bundle of nerves. I guess it’s natural and shows how much I care. Lisa Macuja said, “Seriously, it’s when you stop feeling nervous that you should start to worry because that means you are becoming apathetic towards what you are doing.”
“Did I run enough in training?” Ah, I remember those runs at 4 a.m. in Nuvali and BGC. I remember braving the cold December morning to run from Alfonso to Nasugbu. I remember that uphill race in Casile, Laguna. I remember the runs with Jehan, my run buddy, around her village. I remember those solo runs in Island Cove and Filinvest.
“Yes, I am ready!” It’s time to put all those fears and doubts away and trust my training.
My last marathon was full of drama only because I wasn’t prepared mentally. At some point I doubted if I could finish the race and I almost gave up. I lost in the mental game. Now, I will use that lesson as a stepping stone and prepare my mind to get me through 42.195 kilometers.
This video was shared to me by Joy. It is about a story by Pastor Wayne Cordeiro when he was about to hit the wall during his 41-mile canoe race in Hawaii.
Powerful message. So I wrote something on my hand to help me focus through the toughest part of the course. I know there will be one.
Going into this marathon, I promised to be kinder to my self. I promised not to be obsessed in a time goal that I will let it ruin everything if I didn’t meet it. The time on the clock will not define me.
I have trained well and now it’s time to sit back. I will enjoy the day. I will give my all on Sunday and will celebrate at the finish line.
It’s going to be great. I can’t wait.