“Ngayon pa lang, I’m very proud of you!”
—My brother, on my full marathon debut.
Melodrama is not my thing, but here it goes. Haha.
If someone would ask me if I’m ready for Condura, I’d say I’m somehow mentally prepared. Physically, I suppose I am—I should be—after a 36km simulation run. Emotionally, umm…
No one in the family knew that I’ve been training for months for the full marathon. None of them knew that I fell off the bike in November. When I did my latest clumsy stint, only my brother knew of the wounds and bruises. Hadn’t he met up with me for dinner, he wouldn’t have seen the band-aids on my hands and I wouldn’t have told him that I’m running my first full marathon come Feb. 7.
“Anong nangyari sa ‘yo?” he asked when I showed him my checkered hands while we were waiting for our pasta. “Nadapa ka?”
I nodded. “Nung nag-36km ako. Please don’t tell Ma.”
He chuckled. He knew the lecture I’d get if our mom finds out. 😀
I’ve been bugging my parents to be at the Condura Run, but my father had been adamant on not traveling all the way from Laguna to witness “just another race.” I’ve said keywords like “it’s the Skyway run,” “may medal dun.”
But I just couldn’t tell them its significance to me—that it’s my first full marathon. It’s because the distance scares both of them—the media had sensationalized marathon deaths too much that my parents knew about them and perceived it as something fatal. Hence, the big secret (And they don’t stalk me online that they don’t know about my blog).
So there. I wish this FM debut is something I can share with my family, and yet it’s a family secret I share with my kuya. And because he has a family of his own and he has to attend to a house repair job to be done on race day, he couldn’t promise to be there.
In our recent chat over GoogleTalk, he was torn over what to do on race day, knowing that I’d be facing the 42.195km distance without them waiting at the finish line. But it was nice of him to try to work things around. And for that alone, I was touched.
Thus, there’s no backing out. And whatever that “wall” looks like, I should overcome it. Whatever happens on race day, I should finish it. *Gulps*
Good luck to us! 😀