The
hangover hasn’t subsided. To this day, I am still thinking about that very
memorable experience when I participated an ultramarathon a couple of days ago.
Organized by Team Davao Runners last March 16-17, the TDR Ultramarathon is the
very first long distance running event I joined after being hooked to the said
sport. And somehow, unknowingly it made me realize that running a marathon indeed
is an experience that’s difficult to translate into words.
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| Pre-run chat with Jonas and barefoot runner Maning Vismanos |
Running
a long, stiff and challenging 80 kilometers was never even part of my life’s
diagram. It all just started with a 3 kilometer fun run in 2011 and now, I have
completed one of the toughest foot races in a very strenuous route I have ever
crossed. It was even special considering that I ran with the best ultra runners
in the country.
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| I was having fun during the first 20 kilometers of the race |
Although
I finished it in a gradual 16 hours and 14 minutes, I am still proud to have
made it with barely 1 foot from kilometer 65 all the way to the finish line. The
uphill route in Diversion Road area had reactivated my previous ankle injury I
succumbed while climbing Mt. Apo in 2009. To be honest, it’s really hard to run
with the other foot aching.
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| With Jonas along Sasa Road |
I
also used to grasp that running a marathon is not all about physicality. It is
also about being mentally tough. The last 13 kilometers from Toril to Eden
Nature Park (finish line) was one hell of a route. The steepness was harsh, and
the heat of the sun was unforgiving. And because my other LOGSAC buddy Jonas ran
ahead of me, I could no longer solicit any other motivations other than my
logistic crew Kaling, Jake and Pare Dockie Enot. The rest, I did, was pure
personal motivation. I never thought of the remaining distance ahead and I didn't also think of the distance I already ran. I just thought I was on the road to
enjoy, to give excitement to myself amidst physical exhaustion and to give
excitement to the people watching the race. What kept me fighting was the
thought that when I get back home, there are people waiting for me.
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When
I crossed the finish line, I further appreciated the beauty of life. Certainly,
a person who can drive himself further despite of the efforts getting painful
and throbbing is the person who will eventually win. After the run I felt as if
I won the championship, although I finished number 64 of the total 70 plus ultra
finishers. The distance speaks of it all. Even the most successful athletes in
the world like Michael Jordan, Muhammad Ali, Manny Pacquaio and even Tiger
Woods find it hard, or have not even tried the 80-kilometer run. I am glad I
belong to this elite group of people who have completed an ultramarathon.
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| At the finish line |
I would therefore
like to thank the organizers for coming up with such an epic event. Also to the
people who helped me with the run. Thanks Kaling, Jake, Pare Dockie Enot, veteran
runner Manuel Vismanos for the pre-run insights, my running partner through the
years Jonas Florencondia who made it to the finish line 30 minutes ahead of me,
Hardi Joy Desuyo for the MP4 player, to my wife Michelle and daughter Majesta.
Above all, to the source of my inner strength, the Almighty Father who never
leave me throughout the whole course of the run.
Rodel Manlangit Morales (a.k.a. Rodel Earl Philip Nickolson Manheaven Moore), thank you for the Skechers shoes.