20 days left until the dreaded Smart Subic International Marathon and I haven’t had any good training for two weeks already. The recent hellish weather has reduced my mileage to zero. Storms have ravaged the land and it has left our house in a big mess. I had to clean first and run second which really left me out of breath for running.
I am seriously hating myself right now. I ran a 16k race yesterday. I finished it but I walked half of it. I started out pretty good. I blazed through the first 5k with little effort. At about kilometer 7 or 8, from a completely good outlook, things made a complete U-turn to head straight down the road of hell. I was breathing heavy already. I was panting like how my pug pants every time I walk her out, noisy and loud like a diesel engine. I had to slow down to catch my breath towards the end of Lawton road. I was only able to run and breath comfortably at around Bayani road. That’s when things became so bad, even worse than that Marky Mark movie The Happening.
I had a bad case of side stitches. The sides of rib cage felt like they were going to burst. I bet the feeling of a chest buster Alien bursting out of you felt like what I was feeling yesterday. I felt like I housed a big balloon ready to burst in me. I had to slow down again to catch my breath. It was a walk run walk run affair for me last Sunday because of my heavy breathing.
To alleviate and intensify the road down to hell I had yesterday, every strike I landed on my midfoot felt like I was landing on broken glass. Every step I took felt like I was walking on a bed of nails. To add to the irony, my iPod suddenly cued Sting’s Every Breath You take. I love the song and the bass line but that Sunday was the only time I hated the song. Imagine running in cadence to a song that really lifted you up with its lyrics but you felt the opposite because of lousy socks.
Going back up Bayani road was ok because I walked 70% of it. Most of the takbo peeps passed me already. I saw EO going down Bayani road, he was having fun in his LSD. Good for him.
I continued to walk and run on Lawton ave. To add insult to injury, EO caught up with me. We chatted a bit. Asked if I was ok. Made a lame excuse that I wasn’t in a good condition to run. Truth is that I didn’t have breakfast that morning and I was really low on mental fuel to drive myself to run. (That was what I wanted to believe but truth of the matter is that I really wasn’t in shape and I didn’t want to admit it.)
I need to run more. With only 20 days left until my first marathon, I am in bad need for mileage and training. I need a miracle.