A lot was at stake. I haven’t ran for the past two days and the idle time hasn’t been kind, lest, fortunate, to my body. For one, I am slowly gaining back the water weight that I always brag about losing. Every morning, after a good night’s sleep from a run, I always weigh myself and the results always manage to put a smile on my face. Second, not running for the past two days has been detrimental to my endurance and my “training plan” for the ever nearing Subic International Marathon that I plan to join this October. I should be running at least 40 kilometers a week. The idle time last weekend resulted in me not reaching my weekly average.
I should be running again. I should be running again. I should be running again.
I said it three times just as hard and determined as Dorothy would say when she really yearned to go home back to Kansas. I was getting ready to jog and head out of the house when I realized I didn’t have my hydration belt with me. Having the belt with me was crucial. It was a reason for me not to go home. I could always run five kilometers with out any hydration but for safety’s sake, I need water in my system. Not having that hydration belt would have meant that I would need to go home after the gruelling five kilometers to drink and recuperate. Going home to get water wouldn’t be the best of options for me though as the “I’m too lazy to run again” bug would bite right in the ass and render me glued to the floor. That wouldn’t be a nice sight.
I left my hydration belt in the condominium. The condominium was in Eastwood City. I lived in Marikina, Cinco Hermanos Subdivision to be exact. The distance from the two was just a mere 30 minutes in travel time.
What went on in my mind for the next 30 seconds would have been the biggest mistake I would have made if ever something bad happened to me. I thought to myself. I can run 30 minutes straight without stopping. I can run fast. I’ve been training for it. I bet I can make it to Eastwood just before it gets to late to get my hydration belt, fill it up at 711, and then run back to Marikina for a very easy yet dangerous one hour run. It was getting late. It was almost 8 pm and I should leave for Eastwood I want wanted to get back in one piece by 9 pm.
Running along Major Dizon in Marikina was a sweat. But it was dark. I was hard to see where I was going. I felt like I was going to hit a tree. Thank you Marides C. Fernando for making the streets for Marikina walkable. I made a right to head of to the Riverbanks road the led to Libis. Passing by the banks for the river was a welcome change except for the stray thoughts of being mugged. I reached Libis and a multitude of cars welcomed me. It was better than being mugged. I got to the condominium in exactly 30 minutes. My guesstimate was correct for once.
Went up, got my hydration belt, filled it up at 711, and went back home, the same way. Eastwood was my turn around point if you wanted to put in racing terms. Going back was easier. I knew what I was facing so I was a little bit more complacent of my surroundings. Got back ahead of schedule and managed to do negative splits. Got back at my house after 27 minutes. The fear of getting mugged must have pushed me even more.
It was getting late.




















