Still feeling lethargic, Sam wakes up around 5am to run. He proudly announce the night before over FaceBook that his schedule the following day is to run 4 hours, to make up for 4 days of no run. As he drag his tired legs and prepare to wear his running gear, he noticed swarms of insects making endless circles around the light bulb outside. He knew it would be a challenge to wear his running shoes, which he placed outside, those the insects seems to be having some sort of street party. He hates insects, especially those that flies around. Armed with Baygon, he ventured outside his comfort zone and prepared himself for the Final Solution. “This could be a nice warm up exercise” he said to himself. Aiming his Baygon to insects like a soldier peppering his enemies, he was quite enjoying the exercise. It was intense, he noticed that the “enemy” were slowly getting into his face, into his shirts and all parts of his body. “Die baby die!!!”, Sam was shouting inside while he continuously press the button to release more toxin into the air. Five minutes of this exercise, the “enemies” were all down and gone. With the massacre done, he was thankful PETA was not around to witness his “accomplishment”. He went out and finally proceed with his run, checking his watch, it was already 5:15am.
His usual training ground was closed that day (DLSU-D Campus/Oval track), he was prepared to run on the road…together with joggers, jeepneys, truck and what have you. As he was running cautiously and slowly, he noticed a couple of jeepney passengers staring at him. At one point, somebody shouted “Hoy Ninja!” which caught his attention big time. Sam feels like an elephant in a dog show, easily noticeable, easy target by bystanders and the likes. As he was running, he can’t help but noticed that his city (Dasmarinas Cavite) has not yet embraced the running fever, for he was the only guy running ALONE that day.
After a kilometer of running slowly, he got bored and decided to push his luck and run at 80%-90% effort for two kilometers. Alas, he was able to run 2km in 8 minutes, he said to himself “That was bad ass and I won’t do this again ever!”. He went back on the same road for another 2km but he was too tired, too burned out to continue anymore. Finally realizing that his 4 hours run plan is all messed up after committing a newbie mistake, he decided to jog…and went straight home. He took a shower and as the cold water continuously poured down to his tired and weary body, he thought of Milo’s 3hours and 45 minutes cut-off time for 42km. He has been waiting and preparing for that running event and he thought there was a lesson that day he could apply for that race. He won’t be “racing” in the first 5 kilometers, he probably would just go between 5:45-6minute/km pace and slowly increase his pace every 5km or so.
Lesson for the day:
You get burned out in the first kilometers of the race, you’re finished, extinct…a dinosaur. Sounds cute isn’t?