I made it! I registered, woke up, conquered and did it!
I thy now declare myself a RUNNER after this on/off relationship. Although I have not proven much, the fact that I have already for finally got into a race made me felt accomplished. There were disappointments along the way but having to face what is at present got me motivated back.
I attended our school reunion night before which lasted until around 2am. If my brother didn’t pass by me, I would’ve ended up not having to get back home and might have missed this race. I had my yoga sleeping meditation on as soon as I laid myself and had few hours of snooze – a no,no for runners but I still woke up at 5am, walked my way to get my bid and had myself prepared.
Thank heavens for coffee, instant energy drink.
I met up with Nora at the start of the race, took photos together (which I’ve yet to post) as soon as the green light blinked we all jogged our way out and began the journey of my first official race as a runner.
Thoughts rummaged in. My ipod got me going.
I knew I was sleepy and tired but I won’t forgive myself If I didn’t attend the race. I owe it to myself, and I owe it to the route which helped me pick up my lost pieces.
10kms. I wasn’t prepared. I only trained my lungs and my legs for a 5k but I still went for a 10km anyway – or so at least, I knew it was 10kms. Funnily, the route of the race is exactly the mileage I take, My Nike sports band is a testimony that what I took was a 10kms – only to find out that the route which I jogged, walked and ran into was only 7kms. I missed the remaining 3kms!
Towards half of the race, I couldn’t barely breathe anymore. I had to stop and stretch. Took it easy and just went for it. I told myself “ Hey, You’re here to finish it. You’re not here to compete. You’re here for yourself, go for it!”
There were limited signs. The men who were giving out cups of water mislead me. Hence, just when I thought I finished a 10kms, I ended up only with 7kms. Damn. I couldn’t turn back anymore since I was nearly at the last stop to grab the mileage knots.
I began my stride easy, I fought with myself, debated and argued. I looked from a far and talked myself. I even had a phase wherein I nearly forgotten that I was jogging. most of the route, I was walking real fast than the easy breezy walk- swayed my hips, pulled myself and just went on and on.
Self sermon is effective. Internalized the weeks that has passed. I sure did argued with myself.
I finished 7kms race in 50 minutes, just when I thought I finished a 10kms. You wouldn’t imagine the ecstatic face I had towards the end of the race, I really thought that I finished a 10kms. I was on high for the time I have accomplished but then again, failed.
I have learned my lesson ( which were the obvious ) and I’m looking forward to the next race I will be part of. I will train and weigh less, I will achieve the PR I used to finish and get back in shape. 2010 will be the year for awesomeness!
I finished 110th out of 135 runners ( 00: 50:36 ). Holy Crap but hey, at least I didn’t finish last.
apparently, Since I did a 7kms route – I am quite satisfied on the time but having to know that this is my FIRST OFFICIAL RACE which marks my OFFICIAL PR, I have fell under 5kms for 50 minutes. I shall train back to how it was then and achieve 25 minutes! There’s no stopping. Plan and Run it.
… oh and have ample enough sleep before the race date instead of running semi-intoxicated and groggy. Haha!