I wake up that day at 3am, in my officemate’s apartment in Makati, take a shower and wear my battle suit for the marathon. I Placed every valuable things on my bag that I needed for the race, my cell phone, camera, extra clothing, towel and some extra money that its weighs about 4 or 5 kilograms. Then I ride a jeep to Pasong Tamo-Buendia Ave Intersection and on there I just walk my way to the venue of the 10K race which is Makati Ave-Ayala Ave intersection.
On my way there, I start to jog a bit to warm-up, and as I was nearing the venue I was stunned by the mass of people waiting at the starting line. The moment I get there, my first priority was to find where the runners would put their bags, as it is said on the videos for the event.
It took me a while to find it. But when I do, my jaw dropped as one of the coordinator said that they can’t carry more bags because the trucks are already full so we’ll just have to carry our bags all throughout the race. As if my world just fell and I keep telling myself
“Why am I here?”
“I have to carry my heavy bag?”
“This is not fair! How can I run properly with this?”
But then, I saw some runners having the same problem. “OK”. I said to myself. “If they could do then I could do it also.” So I put up myself and concentrate on the race. Warm-up a bit again and before I know it they were all yelling that the race was about to start.