The night before the race, I asked the hubby (who registered for 10k) to set his alarm as there was a very high probability that I would not wake up for this race. Don’t get me wrong; I think this was a well-planned race that a lot of runners were looking forward to. However, I was not one of them as I cancelled plans to race, a wise decision made to avoid aggravating this injury which I think is getting better already.
We arrived 10 minutes late at the assembly area in Greenfield City (I told you I wasn’t excited at all), so hubby jumped out of the car to the starting line while I found parking. I yawned, grabbed some TBR Magazines to distribute, yawned again, then made my way to the assembly area. It was like a little fiesta complete with food booths and tables, a bazaar, a 360-degree stage, Photovendo photo booth and city backdrop, and inflatable play area for the kids. Of course, I caught sight of all the collaterals I had designed for the race from banners to kilometer markers; aaah the fruits of my labor all week (which explains why I had little time to blog.)
While waiting for the hubby to arrive, I stayed on the sidelines with Jun watching the runners finish their own races, which was great material for a thesis or scientific research, I tell you. It was almost like getting a glimpse into a runner’s soul for a split second. Each one went through the same route and distance (5k/ 10k/ or 21k), but the experiences were completely different as seen on the expressions on their faces. One runner (actually, there were more) shook his head in utter disappointment, while another raised his arms up in pure victory. Other runners looked like they were about to collapse, while some looked like they just strolled in the park. The one that stood out was the 21k runner in his compression pants, limping his way through the finish; I wanted to hug him and tell him “I feel your pain!”
I got to chat with a runner friend who was also injured yet ran the 10k. Together, we expressed our frustrations and completely related with each other about injuries, cross training, and therapy, until she said one line “I don’t miss running at all!” I paused, shook my head, and replied “Oh, I miss it badly.”
In the middle of all that, the hubby apparently finished his 10k in a little over an hour. I got to take photos of so many runners, except him, due to my endless chattering. But, thankfully, Ben’s photovendo was able to fulfill my failed duties as a photographer-wife for that day.
Before leaving for breakfast with the Sole Mates’ Jun and Mariel, I was delighted to see my pace buddies Jay and Dindo once again. It’s been so long since I haven’t run with them, and once again, I thought about how much I missed those long run days when the four of us—Jun, Jay, Dindo and I—would meet up after a race to add more mileage into our runs. Hope to run with you again soon, guys!
Congratulations to Finish Line’s Rio and Vince for another successful event!