To say that ‘I love Running’ is a complete understatement. Running is my life where almost everything takes a back seat or has to work around it. But contrary to popular belief, I do not always RISE & SHINE eager to fly out the door for my morning runs.
When its 4:15am, your alarm is ringing and it’s dark outside, sometimes the thought of emerging from your toasty nest is not exactly an appealing prospect. Believe me there have been days when I just want to stay in bed and indulge in a big plate of SPAM “tostado” slices , two fried eggs and sinangag rice while watching Natgeo.
And dont ever think “na hindi ako na papagod.” Excuse me (!!!) Even when I do manage to get myself out the door, sometimes it becomes a struggle to simply continue especially when the weather is extreme or I lack sleep or have had just a bit too much too drink the night before. Those are the days when I really question my sanity.
Truth be told, there have been occasions where I just wanted to turn back, head for home and gulp down an ice cold diet soda fix. So you see, even though my passion for running is undeniable, I am as human as the next guy. The struggle is very real people. BUT as soon as I am able to battle my demons... as soon as I get my foot out that door regardless if it’s a good day or not, everything changes. My mind is set. I become myself. I am in my natural zone. I am like a teenager on LSD. I feel the rush. I feel free. I am happy. I am me … the Runner… “ RUNNINGSHIELD “.
Through the years you realize that Running is as much a mental game as it is physical. 39 years didn’t come easy. I am grateful though that each run is a chance for me to get my Zen on while getting the miles in. With each run, I feel recharged, balanced, and ready to face whatever comes my way. Running is an adventure, a learning experience and I sincerely hope to go on through my running days still learning ...growing ...smiling.
On this day of my 39th year running anniversary, I have accumulated 114,453.88 kms. to date. (May 30, 1980 to May 30, 2019)
“What was it like before we started running?” I could not remember. If there had been a life before running, it was imperfect and unfulfilled.”
- George Sheehan
