Forget digitaldash. She’s a lazy blogger, anyway. It’s my time to tell you the tale of my first 15k road race.
I’m Bowerman, an aging pair of running shoes who belongs to a certain girl who calls herself digitaldash (as if she’s fast, duh). We’ve been good companions—until she became a pain in the sole.
I’ve been her running buddy since last year. Countless times, I’ve accompanied her during her trainings at the gym and on the roads, at road races and muddy trails, and even at shoe stores, where I thought she’d get me a friend. But she never did.
I heard her say she’d get a new one once she had her gait analyzed, and I thought that by the time she braves 15km of McKinley Hills, I wouldn’t be there for her. Not bad for good ol’ Bowerman, of course. In fact, she’d be doing me a favor if she lets me rest.
I don’t know what’s with this picky runner—she failed to go to Runnr to have her gait analyzed in time for the race, didn’t get a new running friend and dragged me along to her first 15km road race.
Sept. 20—she laced me up early, at about 4:20am. I think her running group got lost on the way to McKinley Hills, where the Rotarun would be held. I was hoping they’d lose their way and never make it to the race. But they found the race venue, and she even spotted a few familiar faces racing the 21k.
They circled around, looking for a parking spot. I was getting bored. Then I heard her say, “Nette, gunstart na ng 15k and 10k runners,” as she pointed outside.
Before I knew it, Nonette said they’re dropping off, so bratty runner then poured the ice cold Gatorade into her hydration bottle, picked up her bib and off we ran to the start/finish line as she pinned her bib. She and her friend checked in and squeezed themselves through the 3k runners, who were waiting for their gunstart.
She was in a state of panic, I guess, because she was running like mad, overtaking every runner who was already walking the uphills. Then she slowed down and held on a post and started to stretch. Ha! Her muscles are killing her, I suppose. Then she ran again, way past other 5k runners and even greeted a few of them as we sped past. Hmm, I’ve never seen those guys at races before.
So there I was, running as she ran. She tried her best to maintain a good running form, especially as we went downhill, when she would strike with her heels. This is something she learned when she braved St. Martin hills with new-found running friends, who were nice enough to fill her brain with running knowledge (it’s about time she absorbs something other than semiconductors).
She kept running, even through the uphills, where she’d only slow down. I was getting tired, and my laces were becoming loose. Good thing she noticed me about to slip from her left foot, so she tied my laces in knots again. She then walked. Whew, a break at last!
I noticed that I was the only visible pair of running shoes in our lane, and I guess she noticed this, too. So she kept running, until she found other 10k and 15k runners. She’d greet some of those runners on the other lane (those shoes were lucky; they had proper warm up prior to the gunstart). I must admit: I was impressed with these runners. They can retrieve names from their database in a snap, even while running. Digitaldash was probably too tired from running, because I rarely heard her say names as she waved them hello (such a slow processor, tsk).
According to her inaccurate watch (her replacement for my late best buddy Sportband), we finished the course in 1:45. I doubt its accuracy in distance, but I suppose its timing prowess is but precise.
In a nutshell, I’m glad I’m still alive. The hills were not as difficult as last year’s Makiling Challenge. I’m grateful that the 15k race wasn’t a trail. And I’m but proud of her because she made use of my heels whenever we go downhill.
Now it’s time for me to take a nap. I heard from the grapevine that she had her gait analyzed.