I was there.
I was Number 24.
It was a spur of the moment decision. Between house and the office, I barely had the time to look at the billboard outside for the schedule of activities. Going home last night, Jen mentioned in passing that a friend of hers is in town for the run set for today at 5 am. He wasn't sure if registration has been closed already but suggested that I go and see for myself.
Having set the alarm to go off by 4:00 AM, I was ready and out of the house by 4:30 AM. Unfortunately, no motorized vehicle was on sight, I decided to walk my way to the city plaza.
From the modest number that littered the space between the Mayor's office and the men's loo, I spied only three familiar faces: that of Richard's (Ginete who joined the 5k), Raymond (Tiyoy Edmon's son who is part of the committee and gamely took my picture) and Louie (Jen's runner friend who joined 10k).
3K Open was last to go. I was probably the most senior participant and ran alongside a four-year-old against 22 other under 13 boys and girls who seemed to fly by me.
Though I had sufficient exercise these past few days, this cold is my undoing. My breathing required more effort than usual. I found myself huffing and puffing only halfway through my first kilometer. That is besides the fact that I tried really hard to at least keep apace with the four-year-old which was futile. Apparently, his mother trained him well. She was telling me they were after the youngest runner award.
Mimi says it's not about winning but finishing what you have started. True. Hahaha. Just look at those running forms around me. Clearly, I still have a lot catching up to do in the determination and discipline departments. For now, it's more on participation and having fun.
I was Number 24.
It was a spur of the moment decision. Between house and the office, I barely had the time to look at the billboard outside for the schedule of activities. Going home last night, Jen mentioned in passing that a friend of hers is in town for the run set for today at 5 am. He wasn't sure if registration has been closed already but suggested that I go and see for myself.
Having set the alarm to go off by 4:00 AM, I was ready and out of the house by 4:30 AM. Unfortunately, no motorized vehicle was on sight, I decided to walk my way to the city plaza.
From the modest number that littered the space between the Mayor's office and the men's loo, I spied only three familiar faces: that of Richard's (Ginete who joined the 5k), Raymond (Tiyoy Edmon's son who is part of the committee and gamely took my picture) and Louie (Jen's runner friend who joined 10k).
3K Open was last to go. I was probably the most senior participant and ran alongside a four-year-old against 22 other under 13 boys and girls who seemed to fly by me.
Though I had sufficient exercise these past few days, this cold is my undoing. My breathing required more effort than usual. I found myself huffing and puffing only halfway through my first kilometer. That is besides the fact that I tried really hard to at least keep apace with the four-year-old which was futile. Apparently, his mother trained him well. She was telling me they were after the youngest runner award.
Mimi says it's not about winning but finishing what you have started. True. Hahaha. Just look at those running forms around me. Clearly, I still have a lot catching up to do in the determination and discipline departments. For now, it's more on participation and having fun.
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