nike we run manila 2013: a run in blood red

let it be known that whatever setbacks nike we run manila 2013 had, this would still be in my list of fave runs. 

posing while caught in the traffic jam along sumulong highway
posing while caught in the traffic jam along sumulong highway on our way to the start area
waiting for the gun start of wave 2 (photo by knight using his psvita)
waiting for the gun start of wave 2 (photo by knight using his psvita)
with jerry mayo, my ever ready and efficient "assistant"
with jerry mayo, my ever ready and efficient “assistant”
hereunder are my reasons.
1. this is my son alexander’s initiation in the 10k distance.
2. i have my first ever pacer’s job.
3. this is my first time to join a nike run where i got my mojo back and working.
4. i have finally toured marikina city with my support “crew” jerry mayo and lancelot.
5. i have donned a male running shirt and likewise received a male finisher shirt. 
6. i am delighted to see the rules and regulations being enforced by no less than rio de la cruz. 
7.  the organizer fulfilled its promise of giving the water jug on race day. 🙂
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at last, not a teeny weeny water jug. hahaha
ever since my experience at https://wanderingjouster.com/2013/04/23/to-earn-or-not-to-earn-is-that-the-question/ i became critical with runrio-organized events. my critique might have been harsh, but i believe that i always sought balance in my stories. others may refute what i write here, but just like anderson cooper, i was there “to see the situation on the ground.” 
a first timer in a nike run, i was surprised of the turn-out of participants yesterday. we were around 15k runners who painted the charcoal-colored sumulong highway with blood red. i had to remind my son to stay close to me especially when we already entered the start area. as a result of this big number, we were released by waves. my running buddy and i belonged to wave 2. 
thankfully, the race started on the dot. setting my watch, i told xandie that we would run side by side this time. the sight of the sea of runners had my judgment call activated for fear that i might lose him in the crowd. to add, he was not feeling very well due to his colds. a real trooper and warrior when challenged, he still joined the race. 
the narrow route which met us made me realize that we would be running along residents and houses in marikina city, the shoe capital of the philippines. the space became congested that i had to slow down lest i ran into someone. this fact plus the danger that the runners were subjected to began taunting me to finalize my first negative note about this run as i continued running and pacing my buddy.
but lo and behold, i held my reins. the sight of people lining up and giving us cheers gave me a different kind of upbeat. several houses were playing loud music in their sound system. it was a festive mood in the whole course of the run. 
one unforgettable part along the road was the children who were extending theirs hands to be tapped for a high five. immediately, i followed my reflexes and ran near them and made contact with these small open palms. the effect was amazing! the touch seemed to pump a different energy into me which had me not feeling any tiredness and shortness of breath which i expected as a result of my irregular training.
at 31 minutes, my son and i had run 6 kilometers. it was here where i saw xandie really slowing down. i constantly checked on him everytime he lagged behind. well, i have not yet introduced the run-walk program to the younger twin since i wanted him to do the pace where he’s comfortable with. my pacing job only comes in when i had to remind him to maintain his core, to continue swinging his arms, and to keep inhaling and exhaling properly. i almost sounded like my “senior” running coach/buddy as i parroted these reminders. when i noticed that he would be walking long, i had to urge him to resume running. funny. towards the end of the run, i saw myself in him as he turned deaf ears to a couple of my directives. karmic law? hahahaha. 
a kilometer away from the finish line  i saw that my son regained some of his energy. “you’re doing good,” i told him. he was stoic. Emoticon 
so we ran, until we reached the 250-meter mark before entering the marikina sports center. and there as our feet touched the oval, we knew we would no longer stop until we crossed the finish line. as we neared it, i was clapping my hands while fighting the sudden kick of  emotion that partly reached my eyes. i told my son, “good job, di” a few steps before clocking our 10k together at 1 hour, 43 minutes, and 12 seconds. 
i wanted to hug him, but i knew my son too well to do that in public. i was already happy to hold his hand on my shoulder the whole time while we found a spot where we could pause and regain normal breathing before proceeding to the stall where we had to claim our loot bag. instructing him to go to the booth marked “men-M” i was preparing myself to go to the one labeled “women-M” if i were not reminded by xandie that my record is “male-M (medium)” in the database. 
the claim stub that's screaming "male"! (photo by xandie)
the claim stub that’s screaming “male”! (photo by xandie)
getting our freebies and being satisfied with them especially the finisher shirt (male it is!hahahahaha…), we went out of the still crowded “labyrinth” and waited for jerry and knight at our meeting place roughly 70 meters away from the race village. and after an almost two-hour travel, we finally reached our place not forgetting to give a simple treat to my running buddy in his favorite reyes barbecue diner at pergola, bf homes, to celebrate his momentous run.
man to man pose (photo by arthur)
man to man pose (photo by arthur)
pledging to make an annual nike run
pledging to make an annual nike run

COAT OF ARMS

sidelights

1. from our wave, three runners (i am not sure if they were bandits or not) who were not wearing the required nike running tee were stopped and pulled from the race by rio and his security men the moment they stepped on the start line. 
2. runners were “violently” reacting to the shortage of hydration. 
3. a female (who is a regular and visible face in races) was cussing and struggling violently from a crew who barred her from entering the marikina sports center toward the finish line because she was not in the official running shirt. 

commentaries

for numbers 1 and 3: 
the nerve of these runners! what right do they have to cause a scene when they were stopped by these organizer and security men? what right do they have to break the published rules and regulations which the people behind the event really implemented during the run? do they find satisfaction in breaking rules or were they there to sabotage an event whose objective is “to celebrate the spirit of unity the filipino way”? 
the “p_ _ _ _ g  i_a, gusto mo tawagin ko pa si rio?” (@#!$*! do you want me to call rio?) question by this bitchy female runner should earn her a ban in races. just like in basketball, a technical foul is given to this kind of remark. i was tsking when we passed by her. her arrogance was out-of-place. she had the temerity to shout and brag that she even purchased two shirts. now, that made her look like a certified bimbo! she had the two required nike red shirts and yet she did not wear any which made her violate the rule. now, what did she want to prove in dropping rio’s name as if her affiliation with him should exempt her from the rest? 
what’s wrong with these people? what’s wrong with you fellow FILIPINA? i wanted to grab her myself and shake some sense into her stupid headEmoticon, but i remembered i was on a pacing duty to my son who is more important to me. ha-ha! 
for number 2:
kindred runners, we were gifted with a pair of eyes to be able to see. before uttering any thing which would harm your listeners and even yourself, please make sure that you have maximized the power of sight. 
the supply of hydration was overflowing. you did not just see that it was a looooooooong table and paper cups with water and gatorade were ready and waiting for you. the problem was, you just proceeded to the very first table without making a thorough sweep of the place. yes, i agree, the staff were a little slow in doing a refill of the paper cups. perhaps, we were just so quick (and even clumsy) in getting a drink that we did not remember that the hydration was prepared to meet the number of thirsty runners who depended on the supply of the organizer. 

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