Makiling Challenge 8
13 September 2009. UP Los Banos.
Minutes after my 12K rockin’ race (I mean rocky, literally rocky), I was moving about like a hyper kid, my legs still in pink health - so much so that post-race became pingpong (table tennis) time, and we even tried some shooting too at SEARCA’s basketball area.
But this morning it’s reality check: My thighs feel sore and I remembered to thank God today for the life of the man (or men?) who invented the ultra useful elevators.
This is where the adventure was to be –>

Elbi never disappoints, if adventure is what you have in mind.
The gloomy weather did it. T’was supposed to be our reunion race but MPG was trimmed down to just four (well, it wasn’t just the weather actually, other valid reasons too). Anyhow, what can discourage this one MPG to miss it when she rarely gets the chance to join a race these days, needless to mention no time to train as well. (Second trimester has already kicked in last week, waah!)
I’d be lying if I say that I love this race only for its ‘adventure run/s’ offerings. Truth to tell, I like it because it’s in Elbi.
I lovelove trees = I lovelove UPLB. Save for this one –>

Yes, save for this one (scary tales in Elbi), I would have gladly considered to work/ reside here. (Pic taken night before the race. Rommel with the ‘mumu’ effect, with Baker Hall as backdrop – perfect!)
You wouldn’t believe it, I became a pain in the neck for my friends in deciding where to stay in Elbi. They knew I was near sleepless in MAK7 last year, due to mumu (ghost) scares. Let me clarify, I didn’t see nor feel anything – it’s plainly the scaredycat in me. And it’s not like they’re thoughtful; I was insisting we find a place where ‘I’ can sleep in peace. It became almost a major issue that someone in the group told me, ‘Cathy, just leave the mumu’s to the cows!’ What again? Man that’s a fairly new joke. Ah.. where do you get those? HAHAHA.

Now for the RUNNING stories.
I was runner # 711: armed with sheer guts, practically on zero ground in training. Sometimes, I cannot help but to be me – a daredevil in adventure races.
My last run was in Hataw Pilipinas race in UP, a lame 5K race backed by zero training as well. That wasn’t so bad a run except that a sidestitch disturbed me, which was a telling sign that I really am a newbie once again.
So you get the picture, NO. RUN. AT. ALL and I was to race at Makiling Challenge 8, famous for its steep uphill race course even Mr. Botak told me he didn’t want to run it again. It wasn’t a help too that Macrunners came up with the theme: ‘Farther. Higher. Rougher’ (and they kept their word).

I had to at least try on the MAK8 singlet, as I was psyched to race – for the first time – with my MPG team singlet. (Yes, tryin’ to be a runner for the main part; also a model, part-time, haha.)
Night before the race was also pingpong time with pingpong master Rommel, while we wait for Cha and Pao to arrive at the SEARCA hotel. Surprisingly, I had a grand time trying out this new sport; he had a grand time picking up the pingpong ball, SEVERAL times.
Race morning and I felt I had the best pre-race sleep, not to mention we’re worry-free on race tardy-ness –> Baker Hall was right across our place, some forty or fifty steps away. The only worry I had in mind: it was raining that morning and I might quit from the race if I get all soaked up and feel freezin’ cold.
(Oops, if anything happens, my family in Bicol doesn’t even know I was supposed to be out in Laguna this past weekend, to play.)
Five minutes before gunstart, at 6AM, and the four of us ran-walked to Baker Hall to join the crowd of runner-’challengers’. It took about 20 minutes before we were actually sent off; yup, it was the rain. I even heard one runner, who voiced out my personal sentiment, shout (as if to assure the organizers we were big boys and girls already), ‘Start na! Mababasa din lang naman kami eh!’
(To be continued..)