Anger at Water Servers
“*&%$#ina bakit wala kayong tubig!” Curses like that were flying around at each water station we passed. I pity those servers at each water station, whose only job is to serve water but they also became the receiving end of all runner’s angst. One runner was so pissed he overturned the table. Another runner kicked something what look like a water cooler. These scenes would happen for every water stations. The usually composed Coach Ige would soon lose his cool, but was professional enough not to curse at water servers. I myself wouldn’t like to make life harder for them, I would simply just stop by at each water station, see if there were cups with water and if I couldn’t find one, just continue my run. I like those police cadets. They were disciplined. As they passed each water station with no water, they would still continue their run in groups, in perfect cadence and would still throw jokes at each other from time to time. It was an honour to run with these guys, albeit in a not so perfect race.
I cannot blame pissed runners. They were there to experience an “international” race, as promised by the race organizers. Knowing that this race is being sponsored by Smart Communications, surely the promise would not be broken with all the marketing budget they have for this. We were all wrong.
As I continued my run, I would think of fellow takbo.ph virgin marathon runner who didn’t bring their own hydration belt because they thought this race of “international standards” wouldn’t fail them. Then came the names/faces in my head. I’m scared for them. Then I became scared of my own.
The Battle for Survival Begins…
Anyone who knows me as a runner and happens to run with me during one of those group long runs would easily notice how I perspire a lot. Allow me to run for a kilometer and I could easily convince everyone I already run 10km due to too much sweat dripping off my body. And because I sweat a lot, I easily lose lots of body fluids which need to be replaced from time to time. From my experience, I can deal with no water for five kilometer straight, beyond that, my body would stop perspiring; my throat would become very dry, muscle cramps would start bothering me and my vision would start turning gray or black.
Running empty, I passed the sixth, seventh water station with no water. I realized that I would soon pass out if I don’t take any fluids. It was at this stage I changed my goal, from achieving sub 4:30 to surviving this race. The runner in me was reduced to begging. I would approach each van and would ask for water. I would even ask a police for Gatorade and was surprised he gave his own provision to me. Later he would comment “grabe tong race na to, pinabayaan kayo ng organizer”, I could only agree with him. I would approach Team Harcore vans and checked if there’s anyone I would recognize inside. Alas, I don’t know anyone of them but still, would ask for anything they could provide. I was given cold water and when sir Isko saw me he would tell the guys inside “Si Sam yan, bigyan nyo ng saging!” That banana proved to be very effective as I started running again in race mode. Along the way, good Samaritans would approach me. A lady would call my name and offered me her chock nut. Still I would continue begging for water from several strangers I do not know at all. I cannot remember being rejected and I’m so grateful to meet these people who helped me survive that night. From Kilometer 19 onwards, I would stop from time to time as I was starting to have issues with my vision. Whenever my vision would turn black for a second, I would stop and turn into kneeling position. I would stand-up, walk then continue my run.
Somewhere in Kilometer 21, I was able to beg for water from another runner’s support group where filled up my two bottles. Running further (Kilometer 24) I would meet Mark, running his first marathon race. I knew he was one of those virgin marathoners who didn’t bring their hydration belt. I asked him if he knew anyone of those people from several vans and if he was able to get any liquids, but I cannot remember his answer. I immediately offered him one of my bottles. I felt he was about to give it back to me only after a few sips, so I told him to empty it. That would be my last bottle with water on it. We finally decided to run, but he stopped so I continue running alone.
Somewhere in Kilometer 26, a van with water provisions finally appeared. I drank a cup and filled up my two bottles and continued my run. Running further, I would meet a runner complaining “grabe uhaw na uhaw nako, babagsak na yata ako pare”. It was too dark (as in pitch black) and there were no marshals around and I figure out no one will ever picked him up if he even passed out on that section of the road. I gave him my water provision (two bottles). I didn’t know why I did it, as I was struggling with dehydration myself. That act proved to be fateful, as cramps and sudden issues with my vision would soon annoy me from time to time. I noticed I was no longer perspiring, and my heart rate watch would register high numbers (170+bpm) even if I was just walking. I thought I was already in deep trouble. I continued my run, then finally lost consciousness…for the first time in my life, I passed out…..
The Help
I have no idea what happened next when I passed out. I heard words but I could not register any senses from it; I felt somebody was massaging my quads and shins. Suddenly, somebody was asking me about something but I just replied back “oo”. When I finally realized I was being informed that I would be sent to an ambulance, it was as if somebody slapped me and my senses came back to life. I hurriedly went up, consumed a bottle of vit-water and run. Later Luis told me I was running like a drunk man (e.g pasuray-suray) and obviously still in bad shape. It was a good thing I passed out near where the takbo.ph van was hanging out. Had it happened in other roads along the route, the result would be disastrous.
Walk if you can, crawl if you must, but don’t give up
A combination of cramps, dehydration and painful knee joints finally had its toll on me. I tried pacing with Isko, Ian and another guy as they helped me push back to race mode but I really can’t. Add to that a very painful chaff near the groin section (right leg) because of the exposed skin rubbing against my left groin section. This was caused because of that 2 inch tear on my CWX tights (ouch!). I tried running duck walk style but still the pain in my knee joints was too much to bear. It was at this point Ellen saw me and decided to pace with me. I end up walking all the way to the finish line. From time to time I would asked her about other runners especially Craig and son. Craig also passed out due to dehydration. As of this writing, he’s now fine. It was a pain seeing others passed me by as I walked but also realized that this race is not my moment of glory. I was happy to see Edu, Argo , Jason (MBA classmate) and Gerard speed ahead and run their way to the finish line.
Finally, I was able to finish the race in 5:49. Would you believe still a PR over my first Milo Marathon?!
Thanks to Rico for driving us all the way to Subic, your kindness drove me nuts! Thanks for the Crispy Pata after the race and Jolibee breakfast the following day. Hehehehe!
I would like to thank takbo.ph support gang who picked me up when I passed out along the route. I hope to repay back the kindness soon.
Would like to thank people who supported me along the way. I may not know your names but rest assured I will pay forward your kindness. Special thanks to team harcore support vans for the water, hard-boiled egg, banana and other provisions. To Isko, Ian and Eugene, thanks for helping me pace with you. Hope to meet you guys again.
To virgin marathoners who were able to finish the race, congrats!
Ps:
To the race organizer, you screwed up so badly beyond words that you put runners lives at risk. Your gross incompetence in handling this race was unforgivable. This will go down the history as the worst race ever organized. Please redeem yourselves in the future. Last time I heard, fun races and 5k races are still profitable. You can master handling those races then reconsider organizing long distance races again. Sorry guys, the experience was just so bad I will never forget this race.
Here’s a nice statement from runner-lawyer from his blog post.
“All you race organizers out there, please keep this in mind: A runner’s waiver of liability can be disregarded by courts if it is proven that the organizer had been grossly negligent in performing its obligations, and that, in so being, caused loss or injury to runners. Don’t think that the signed piece of paper you’ve got there would absolve you of any and all liability in case a runner dies or gets injured “




