- Back in grade school, my classmate Joe (Almonte) and I had to rush across the field to get a microphone for one of our projects. Joe is this tall, thin guy and I was the short, chubby one (think Mario and Luigi). I asked Joe to give me the mic so I can sprint back to the recording room only to tire out in the middle of the field and ended up walking. Joe took the mic and pranced to the recording room like a deer. LESSON: fat = slow, thin = fast = deer.
- In Chicago, there was this guy who I thought was mugging me. Terrified, I started sprinting away but I ended up running around in circles (as if I was running away from a cloud of bees). LESSON: I can’t run straight to save my life.
- Just recently, I went to Runnr, a shop in Bonifacio High Street for running gear. They had this high tech gizmo that scans your foot arch and running patterns. I tried on their arch measuring device and learned that my right foot is unusually flat. They asked me to run on their treadmill (which caused a loud “THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!” heard across the store… kinda spooked some of the customers) and when they were doing a slow motion of my running angle, basically my entire mechanics is wrong. LESSON: I’m not built to be fit. I God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have placed them on my knees.
The past few years were difficult for me as I had to deal with various major injuries to my leg, my knees, my ankles and my feet. I’m still undergoing rehabilitation but finally, the doctors cleared me to run and play basketball earlier this year... and lay off the Big Macs once in a while.
Now I’ve decided to join the 5K run. 5K is just a walk in the park (literally) for others. For me, it’s like my personal Bataan Death March. My physical limit is 3K after that my foot starts to hurt, then the right side of my tummy (they call it the “side stitch”… whatever that is), then after that I start to get really dizzy. I’ve never run farther than 3K even during my size 32 days.
So why run the 5K? Why not stay home and harvest crops (Farmville)? Well, I did my “50 things I need to do before hitting 30” and this is item number 10. Why did I include this in the list?
I’m Arnold… since when did I make sense?
2 comments:
You can always amend your list. In my list of things to do before I kick the bucket is to sky dive. But I later on realized that I don't really care for getting scared and crapping in my pants while hundreds of feet in the air with another person strapped behind me.
you can do it!!!! samahan kita (pero magcheer lang ako ha! kita na lang tayo sa mcdo.. hihi!)
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