Friday, January 7, 2011

Cebu City Marathon: My cheesy running music

I used to.

But now I don't. I listen to my body and feel the poundage of the streets.

But then again, Bob Marley once said, "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."

So here I am, just in case I need a little prodding in my head when I "hit the wall" at the 32-km mark (Glycogen depletion = mind says GIVE IT UP ALREADY!), I have prepared my playlist for this Sunday's marathon. I won't be playing this at the beginning of the race but I'm sure this could come in handy when I start running back up UP Lahug's killer uphills.


With exception to Jedward's Under Pressure released in 2010, the list compiles more than an hour of songs that come from the hair-flares and spandex of the 80s (age-revealing playlist, I'm sure): from new wave artists like Seona Dancing's More to Lose, The Cure's Just Like Heaven and The Wild Swan's Bringing Home the Ashes to 80s legendary rock artists Queen on The Invisible Man, Guns N Roses' You Could Be Mine (remember John Connor?), U2's One and Bon Jovi's more recent video featuring a running man, chased by a pack of dogs at one point, in It's My Life.

Any way you run, with or without music, let's have a great time this weekend, marathon virgins! (Sorry, no Air Supply.)

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Cebu City Marathon: Race Pack!


3 days 'til the big 4-2. I got my race pack yesterday. Wohoo! The New Balance shirt giveaway is a snug fit, more like a muscle fit, but is actually quite comfortable to wear. The white color is meant to reflect the harsh glare of the sun and the design is color-coded to the Sinulog happening a week from Sunday. The timing chip is embedded in the race bib-- a very thoughtful innovation since we now see a lot of barefoot runners or runners in minimalist shoes/sandals who would have trouble attaching a racing chip onto a proper shoe.

This being a t-shirt instead of a singlet means it can be worn while making "suroy-suroy ug laag-laag sa Ayala" on other days and the high grade dri-fit tee means it can be worn during the Sinulog mardigras without worrying about a ton of perspiration.

But the icing on the race pack is the free ticket pass to the carbo loading party happening on Friday, thanks to the quick mindedness and early bird registration of my good friend Gifford.

See you, Friday!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Cebu City Marathon: 4 more days!

I'm enjoying the cold front right now. The weather bureau says weather like this could extend until February. Perfect climate for the marathon event everyone in Cebu who got infected by the running virus a year ago, is talking about happening on Sunday, January 9th.

My first full marathon as well carrying on the tradition since Greek soldier Pheidippides ran it in 490 BC announcing in Athens, after running continuously from the Bay of Marathon, victory of the small Athenian army against Darius II's massive Persian hoard.

26 miles, 385 yards or 42.195 km.. Not that it matters. Not even if the poor old soldier died within minutes of arriving in Athens. He must have been in terrible need of an electrolyte infusion, bananas, salt caps and power gels.

Come Sunday morning, more than a thousand pairs of running shoes, minimalists and huaraches-- most likely worn by the Ong pioneers, will pour and "Race through the streets and colors of Cebu".

Though I take comfort in the fact that most of the runners are "virgin" marathoners, ultimately it'll be you alone  left in your thoughts as you struggle through thirst, hunger, fatigue and the heat.

No amount of weekly mileage, base runs and LSDs (long slow distance running) in the last 10 km of the race will carry you home except your determination to succeed. 10% physical, 90% mental, says one. Pure conditioning of the mind as we "hit the wall" (read: glycogen depletion) around the 32 km mark.

I poured through tens of running magazines, scoured endless articles on the web, got inspired by an incredible  writer and was moved to tears by a movie of the marathon spirit (The only other movie I was moved to tears was Superman II when good boy Clark decided to abandon powers for a not-so-hot chick and got pummeled instead. I was 7.). 

And yet I still feel butterflies in my GI.

Naysayers will probably think we're crazy and will try to discourage us. Lotsa crazies this Sunday then. See you soon, runners!