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My Valley Trail Challenge 50KM

















Being a part of the Frontrunner family, Valley Trail Run has held a special place in my running history for it was one of my first experiences on the trail.  Suffice to say, I bonked big time in 2011 (57 kms at 8:45) but I kept coming back in 2012 (28 + 7 kms at 4:01) and 2014 (50 kms at 6:57).


looking dishevelled before my costume change…


with Milo Apexers Van & Tel

glairold recella

RD Jonel orienting the 50K participants…


At the start with Lou & Alfred, Simon & Doodsie…

This year, perhaps to keep the tradition burning and to burn some mean mileage a month before the Milo Marathon, we signed up again.  We entered the Nuvali compound by 12 midnight along with fellow ultrarunners Alfred & Lou delos Reyes.  For the first time, this race was starting really early requiring us to don headlamps (previous editions commenced at 5 am).  About 150 runners burst out of the starting line at 2 am.


T’was a swift start for me and Van as we joined the midpackers on a rolling romp through the dark narrow corridors of trees and grasses.  We latched on one strong trail runner and it was one countinuous pounding cycle after another with the cool breeze and the dark (when nothing feels far and endless) to push us on.  6 kilometers into the race, Van was already struggling so I kept pulling him along.  Soon enough, we knew we had to part ways as I kept on with my neck-breaking pace on trails, roads and loose soil.   I’ve experienced Nuvali with the sun in its scorching glory so I’d want to reduce the amount of that experience for this edition.  And so I kept pushing myself with my trusty mini-Ipod.


to the turn around…


and back.

Over 3 hours later, I reached the midpoint and learned I was in the Top 10.  So I kept moving even if fatigue had started setting in. Once the sun had fully risen, it was a struggle to keep moving across the expansive cogon fields but I managed. Each of the designated station was a cornucopia of food, energy gel and all sorts of liquid refills.  And the ice supply was aplenty – a real treat for my hydration pack every time.


looking good and feeling fine on the trail.


with our trail running friends…

Nearing the final 14 kms., our small platoon of 8 runners were bunched together and bursting with renewed shared energy, bonding and sharing trail stories.  Soon, we found ourselves searching for ribbons, trying alternative routes before finally tracing back to our trail lead.  We had lost a good 30 minutes (around 2 kilometers).  But once back on the route, I just kept jogging with intermittent walking along the rolling terrain plus some nice shaded areas to boot. 7 hours and 40 minutes later, I was crossing the finish line, a bit thrashed but in high spirits. Oh and a #15 place ain’t bad after making tuhog-tuhog (overtaking) some runners in front of me.

Thanks to FRONTrunner for one satisfying but really testy route, especially the construction areas and that agaw buhay (life threatening) dike where one misstep can send you tumbling down deep concrete creek. It was great to see the trail running community come in full force either as race marshalls, sponsors or runners. Valley Trail challenge will always be an annual pilgrimage for me and the years to come. Cheers to all who made an effort to help us – the famished and tired runners along the great trails of Nuvali and pushed us to the finish!

Thanks to Glairold Racella, Joma Sison & Alex Jones for capturing my Nuvali trail race moments!  Cheers!

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My brief history with the Milo Apex R2 Running School

382592_10150402890261172_657011171_8749911_1237550111_nIt was around 2011 when I found myself in the expansive grounds of the Quezon City Memorial Circle.  A friend recommended the running program after a few sessions at the UP Oval with coach Jojo Macalintal (of TeamMac fame).  For 3 months, we were taught the basics on running and beyond.  The schedule of Monday & Wednesday evenings plus a long run on Saturday remains to this day.  By 6 PM, we’d start our regular warm ups followed by a series of strengthening drills and culminated with a few rounds around the monument.

with coach Jim Saret

with coach Jim Saret

The first few seasons of my attendance was very sporadic, owing to my difficulty and disgust of threading around QC’s disjointed traffic jams, shallow acquaintances and distant connection with the coaches.  I was also focused more on ultrarunning branching into trail running then.

come hail or rain...

come hail or rain…


Caution: very Hot!

It was only in 2012 that I began to connect and relate with fellow runners and found detours to take me to QCMC faster that I became a regular attendee of the Milo Apex R2 running school (MARRS).  It has become a tri-weekly habit that I never fail to miss except in cases of long vacations and whatnot.  It’s during the April edition when we experience the incessant afternoon rains of June & July which could mar or discontinue a perfect workout but most of the time, the sessions continue and we had gotten used to the cold winds and the pelting rains.  We just think of the rewards after – usually a piping hot bowl of beef noodles.


having fun and being one…

This 10th Season (which started late April this year), under the willing guidance and tutelage of Coaches Jim & Toni Saret, MARRS has raised the bar to make every WILLING participant fitter, stronger and faster.  An emphasis here on willing since usually after the first month, about a third of us have already left, for various reasons.  This time around, except for a few absentees, the QC edition has managed to keep its roster intact.  And so, we keep taking on the weekly challenges which not only hone our running form & skill but strengthen the other body parts besides the legs.  Whew!

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raising our vibrating rods…that’s how it’s called, I think.



getting a mean stretching from this big guy – Coach Pep to loosen my tense leg muscles.

The main reason of this active and consistent participation, I would surmise, is the introduction of new coaches and physical therapists from the national team.  So don’t blame us if we feel like national athletes, motivated, guided and pushed to our limits by the country’s best athletic support team.  Each season culminates with a major marathon (Milo marathon, Metro Manila edition for the April edition and the Milo finals for the September edition) and with these season’s high volume of participants, expect MARRSians to shine come July 26!  Now this just got my heart thumping…

Thanks to Rickpets Lens for taking the time to visit us last Monday (22 June 2015) and taking most of these pictures of MARRS-QC in action.


the regular group warm up…

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I. am. a. MARRSian.

I. am. a. MARRSian.


i wanna be a cowboy and you could be my cowgirl…



drenched in sweat & QC grime but still looking strong…



MARRSians we are…to infinity & beyond!

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Pacer Me


Our promo meme which required a day of pictorial sessions.

And so the dust has settled and a day after playing Official Pacer at the Run United 2, 32 kilometer category, it’s time to incise and reflect on this business of pacing in races. Here are some insights one might consider before accepting this job, beyond the prestige, the free bib and all the privileges that come with the role:



Pacing requires preparation, both physically and mentally.

And so I got the invite from Ms. Vimz Mendoza to join the RU2 pacers group over a month ago and promptly took on the 32 KM distance with a 3:15 time. It’s my first time take on this role and excitedly recommended running friends Van (3:15), trail devil Dave (3:40) and Reylynne (who failed to show up). We were in the midst of our Milo R2 Apex running school (though we had minimal speed training and mileage) so I figured this would be easy peasy, keeping in mind my last full mary in February where I breached the 32 kilometer mark at around 3 hours.


The RU2 pacer briefing coincided with the media launch of the Run United Philippine Marathon 2015.


Tagumpay Bros represented: with McCoy & David.

I was imagining the night before the race of our 3:15 trio egging, chanting and pushing a battalion of runners into the finish line, sounding like some lord commander battling the wildlings beyond the wall. Unfortunately, it remained only a movie in my mind…


Pacing means keeping an average, if not constant pace throughout a race.

So after a little research, I learned that pacing required me to maintain a pace of 6:06 throughout the race with some minor adjustments in between. Now this seemed simple enough, right? But then with someone like me who loves to take off fast at the start, adjust a bit in the middle and slow down in the final kilometers, this was a major issue.

But on race day, that’s what we tried to do. My 3:15 trio with Bobby Go & Van Denn Cruz tried to maintain a pace of 6 minutes per kilometers even if everyone was flying out like bats from hell. Armed with just a lap watch, Van stayed within our target pace (5 kilometers at 30 minutes, etc.). I latched on to him with Bobby a few meters away. We were targeting a faster pace in the first 10 kilometers for certain adjustments at the third hour. But owing to our slow start, we reached KM10 at exactly one hour. Now if we could only go a bit faster but kilometers 13 (1:18) and 18 (1:48) came and our pace remained at 6.  Bobby Go was nowhere in sight.

There were some runners who joined us a few kilometers later, but soon dissipated when the going got tough. And so it was with me. Around KM20, I couldn’t keep up with Van and I had to let him go ahead. Van, now the only 3:15 pacer on time, brought with him his loyal following (up to the finish at 3:14++). So at this time, all three 3:15 pacers were running separately.

Pacing is a selfless endeavour.

Soon I was taking more time to hydrate and recover. Buendia Avenue became my battleground as I combat fatigue and boredom (I forgot my mini-Ipod). At this time, I’ve been resigned to missing my target finish time, unless I suddenly developed the surge and run faster. All the while, I was mindful of the reason why I was there that Sunday morning. So whenever, some weary runner started keeping up with me, I tried to maintain my assigned pace and just kept going. I’d remind them that I was already running short but they still joined me even when I would slow down, every now and then. So thrashed as I was, I still found some energy to prod my equally tired minions.

the final struggle...

the final struggle…

Pacing can be fun, if not done alone (and the small c hasn’t reared its head).

By the time I entered the CCP area, cramping started to make its presence felt – first in increments and soon in big waves. I was reduced to lots of walks (and sudden stops) and short jogs that I had to rip off my pacer bib, lest some lost soul started hounding me, hopeful of a 3:15 finish. I had to vary my steps from heel strikes and strange plodding to ward off the cramping and was no longer eager to help others. Still, I managed to strike up some quick talks with certain walkers and push them to get running in the final 2 kilometers.

Soon, I chanced upon certain pacers who were already washed up, as well. We just kept burning the final meters until the finish line loomed from afar. The final surge was a full on attack and by 3:29 I finished my pacing duty. Not in the grand glorious fashion I had envisioned it but it was one soul-searching, core-scrutinizing experience (tagos sa buto) I wouldn’t trade anytime soon.

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An endless buffet, confetti and finisher medals for the patient & brave pacers!

So would I take on another pacing duty again? Hell yeah. But first, I need to train more properly on the ways of strengthening, energy conservation and mileage planning. I just need to remember the care, sustenance and recognition we received yesterday and I’m there. Add up the smiles, admiration and camaraderie from the runners we’ve touched and and helped and it’s one duty that’s almost close to a calling. Or a religion.


A big salute to the RU2 pacers, courtesy of Active Health!

Photography by Dan Alvarez Sagayap, Les Letsky, Blue Zapanta, Jon Las Bruce, Mark Andrew, David Buban and  Art Mendoza

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A Most Unexpected Journey, Part II

It was the weekend when most of my friends were doing the Mt. Sembrano 25KM trail race and since it fell on a Saturday, I just couldn’t abandon my clinic works and join them. And so I messaged our Payasso FB group if anyone was up for some Sunday trail fun. A day passed and it looked like I’ll have to do it solo. Until I got a message from Meljohn (BoyP) of his planned trek to Matulid Falls which looked really dinky in the FB page he created.
But any BoyP invite I have learned not to ignore, recalling our 2012 accidental adventure which lasted the whole day. Check this out.

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And so I arrived at McDonalds near Ever Commonwealth at 4 AM. We were 7 in all including Doc Pitot, Dan & Russelle, Chito & Ariel. We left for Rodriguez, Rizal by 4:30 and after one endless descending drive to our starting area, we set out by 5:30 AM. So it’s a non-stop assault and more climbs along a dusty trail studded with bald brown mountains on both sides. 3 hours later (12 KMs), after more slopes and uphills, we found ourselves venturing into a forested zone peppered with white boulders, some the size of trucks. We coasted along until we reached a centuries-old giant tree lording the forest land. Soon, the plunge began with no end in sight. It only settled once we set foot on the river banks as we traced its winding meandering route.

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We were truly in the middle of a tropical forest replete with towering trees, oversized roots and cascading ferns. I thought we were the only outsiders there with a sprinkling of locals every now and then. Along the way, we encountered lumberjacks with finely cut boards of timber hanging on their backs and marching up to deliver their goods and get paid P350-P500 per board delivered. As we went deeper, we saw patches of newly burnt fields, some with ancient trees on their last struggle before being surrendered for charcoal making in a random exercise of the kaingeros. Definitely, certain sectors are making a hay from Rodriguez’s last swaths of remaining forest growth.

Freshly burned forest, anyone?

Freshly burned forest, anyone?

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By 9:15 AM, the rumbling sounds of Matulid Falls came, pulling us in to behold and enjoy its fascinating beauty. We stayed for a good 30 minutes to swim in its cool clear waters, refresh and eat. Now this was the highlight of this journey and totally worth the effort.

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In our return trip, we took another path less steep, this time tracing the river up as we scrabbled over boulders and crisscrossed the river many times. It still was a struggle but with new sceneries, it wasn’t as bad, especially when one is joined by a lumberjack with 50 kilos on his back. Once we reached KM 25, we took our short meal of halohalo, trail mix and bread.
The final 12 kilometers still featured mild hills but relatively, it was all descents which we took in with gusto and speed. We really had no choice as master BoyP, the brain, clock and compass behind this journey, had an itinerary by the hour to be followed. So every time we were seen slowing a bit, chitchatting or stopping, he would bring out his imaginary whip and crack it at us (like horses). So a little over 2 PM, we reached our starting point, took in some beer and kikiam before calling it a day.  It was a total of 36 kilometers and worth every step of the journey, indeed.

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Goodbye, Matulid for now…

The road back took me 1.5 hours as we passed through Quezon City’s depressed areas of Payatas going up. It took us almost a full day but it was truly worth the trip.

Amazing photography by Dan Sagayap Alvarez & Doc Richelle Perez.  Now, I’d want me a GoPro camera myself!

point of entry: toyang / san isidro, rodriguez, rizal
approx distance: 36 km (2way)
local guide: not available for now
fee: free as of now
trail description: open trails (to the last sitio), kaingin trails, river crossings
chances of getting lost: 3 / 10
side trip: simbahang bato, pamintinan falls, kipot falls, puray falls, sitio inuman, balagbag, oriod, deadmans trail, japanese tora2 (to be explored)

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Surviving my third 100KM Trail Race



This is my second Four Lakes 100KM Race (since 2012) and the journey never gets any easier, albeit more familiar and easier to navigate (but only in the day time).  Fortunately, we had a purpose – to remember and dedicate all 100 kilometers of this race to a fallen former Team Boring mate & Milo Apex coach Leo Tugade (Toel) whose riddled body was discovered a day before…

So this was basically the main event in the first quarter of my 2015 running calendar.  All the strengthening, conditioning, speed runs, registered road races (including the 7-11 marathon) and LSDs all culminated to this.   This was also my first 100KM trail race since my knee surgery almost 1.5 years ago.  And so we showed up at the Kayapa starting line in Nueva Vizcaya, 30 minutes before the 4 am gun start, feeling the mountain chill and palpable anxiety among the 90 100KM runners (a whopping jump from 26 in 2012).



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I had me a younger pace partner (from Ronnel Go in 2012) in Van Denn Cruz who was most helpful and efficient in the uphills and the downhills.  As indicated in the elevation graph, it was going to be one continuous climb with minimal descents in the first 10 kilometers.   The energy and eagerness was quite high and with limited visibility on perspective (of the actual ascents), everyone was in a competitive mode.  Daylight has struck when we reached Domolpos (KM17, AS2) with most of the elites already descending from Mt. Ugo.  It was a slow continuous struggle towards the peak but we finally reached it and had our customary peak shots.


11088490_956009927742857_4390580792323940895_oThen it was time to take on the Spanish Trail – 13 kilometers of stunning views and endless descents into AS4 (KM35, Kayapa Market Proper) which runners should reach within 8 hours or less.  Fortunately, we reached it at 6:30 but we stayed long enough to gobble the appetizing meals and cheap halohalo.  T’was 30 minutes of heaven.

dejavu from 2012

dejavu from 2012

Then came the looong and breathtaking climb up to Amelong Labeng into that steep hill where the cellular phone tower is situated.

the blue mountain at the back is where the celphone antenna (look for the pointed structure) can be seen.  view taken from our room in Kayapa.

the blue mountain at the back is where the celphone antenna (look for the pointed structure) can be seen. view taken from our room in Kayapa.


from that river was where we started this climb

We took short breaks in between but the surge never stopped in the face of the scorching heat and the ticking clock.  Until the downhills came, albeit too steep and daunting.  But we managed the way Ronnel and I did in 2012.  A few more descents and we were down Castillo Village (KM49, AS5).  It was 2:30 PM, 2.5 hours before the cut-off time into Dayap (KM56).







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Van, trying to part the green sea...

Van, trying to part the green sea…

Many opted to take their time and rest while we left in a huff, recalling the taxingly continuous route to Dayap in 2012.  And good old memory served us right because the journey was truly ambiguous and paved with DNF-prone moments, what with the endless and steep way to top.  We reached it at 4PM and had an hour to devour something piping hot, change to new socks and refresh a bit.  Before we left at 5PM, a few late comers tried to make the cut but heartbreakingly failed.  It was a difficult scene to take as the mountains started to be cloaked in darkness.






golf, anyone?

By night time, the game changed with poorer visibility, fogging, near freezing weather and some rain but we kept pushing, very slowly lest we end up by the deep valley/raging river below.  The road to Ambasa Pass (KM62) will always be difficult to ascend with its irregular path strewn with broken rocks and irregular terrain.  But we persisted.  After an eternity, the downhills came along with the long road to Banao.  I thought that having passed this way before, the going would be a breeze.  Of course, I will be proven wrong and my patience tested until the enigma that was Banao finally came in sight via that small light by the hill.  30 minutes of warming up and sustenance and we were on the return trip to Dayap (10:30 pm).  We scrambled on an irregular and constantly changing trailway on the way up to Ambasa (KM76) until the down hills came.  It was easier than the climb, for sure.  But with low visibility and road studded with sharp rocks here and there, we were reduced to ambling and jogging our way down.  Finally, Dayap beckoned and we knew we had only 18 kilometers to go.

After a brief rest, we continued our descent to Pangawan (KM85) into the elusive Mossy Forest which required another endless (and final!) climb as we kept searching for the yellow ribbons.  We were already a group of 10 runners so it was easier to grope in the dark with 20 eyes.    Soon enough, we entered its verdant chambers and just kept going for nearly an hour or so.  It was one endless tunnel with no end in sight and relatively more sinister in the dark.


and my protegee finally starts to move a tad faster…

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the dawning in Kayapa…


last of the hanging bridges…


At the break of dawn, we were starting to go down, at last.  I knew from the graph that this was one endless descent towards the finish line and would have been fast and a blast (as in 2012). But with my partner Van, wrecked and in pain (no injury but pure fatigue), I had to play the motivational pacer to trick him into moving. Fortunately, he responded in small continuous steps and some minor jogs.  Van’s longest ultra trail race before this was just the CM60KM last year so this was quite expected.  But banking on his youth and proper training, I knew he’d survive this one.

Soon (after running out of motivating and encouraging words), the finish line came into view and all the fatigue, sleepiness and hunger dissipated and I just wanted to take a bath and brush my teeth. 27 hours and 04 minutes it was.10360605_906607579401846_4962151996739348468_n11096776_351523868383208_706755844_n 11087004_351523858383209_889387462_n

Salamuch Frontrunner Magazine for one memorable and prestigious race, and of course my bib and the goodies! Cheers!

Photography by Ahon, Chinky Villavicencio, Randy Bierso and Frontrunner.

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A 4:11 at the 7 11

Technically, our 711 Marathon last February 22 was a mere training run to rack up some mileage for something bigger – the Four Lakes 100KM 2 weeks later.  So there were no big expectations and great preparations.


Some gym workouts with P90x & T25…

What we did weeks before was hone our trail skills and speed ability.  The last two Tuesdays and Thursdays before the race, we took on the UP academic oval to join our Payasso 2200 group for 4-5 rounds of 2.2KM intense speed runs.  We already expected to be pushed to our limits with our VOmax (characterized by me wheezing in the last 50 meters) and hopefully our lactate threshold which might lessen cramping in the future.  But of course, the ordeal never gets easier.  An hour later, we were panting like hell, soaked to the bone and ready to dive in to a sumptuous dinner – our main motivation, really.

with our Payasso 2200 family!

with our Payasso 2200 family!

our prize for all the night's work!

our prize for all the night’s work!

A week before 7 11, we did our trail LSD on the hills of San Mateo.  Two hours into our aimless wandering, we found ourselves in the middle of a trail race with familiar characters popping from the cogon trail (David Buban, Eric Concepcion, etc.).  And so we opted to join them, albeit taking the reverse route and try to approximate its 35KM distance.  When Doc Doctolero told us that this was one difficult race, we prepared for the worse.  28 kilometers and six hours later, we found ourselves finally on the Start/Finish line of the Sandugo Trail Run at Pintong Buhangin.

And Dave wins 3rd place for 45-49 y.o. category at the Sandugo 35KM trail race!

And Dave wins 3rd place for 45-49 y.o. category at the Sandugo 35KM trail race!

Race Day

After sleeping for around 3 hours (went to bed at 6 but was already awake by 9 pm), we set off for the Filinvest Business Center where we claimed our race kits.  30 minutes of partial dozing at the parking area then we ventured into the starting line.  Being part of Wave A, we go to start at exactly 12 midnight.  With fewer runners (unlike in the Condura Marathon), we had most of the skyway for ourselves.

The weather was perfectly nippy with a slight breeze to dispel any signs of humidity.  It’s my second time to do a full marathon at the Skyway and memories of a boring, monotonous route kept popping.  Van & I started in the midpack group but my early enthusiasm separated us.  Soon I found myself pacing with Kharl Ocampo, a co-BDM runner from way back who had soaked in the triathlon scene for the last 3 years.  Latching to a triathlete meant one has a full update of the current time and pace via his trusty Garmin.  It was a 5:30 – 6 minutes every kilometer.40444-A

By KM10, Van finally caught up with me.  He was pointing to an elite and leading female runner.  Soon enough, we were pacing by her side.  We learned she’s the 5th among the women and a bike was following her every step.  It was a sweet consistent pace which passed thru the sloping track of the skyway.  We were hardly panting so I guess we were able to adjust to her manageable but consistent speed.  Until we finally overtook her and we started following the 4th lead female.

So far, so good.  Nearing KM 21, I distanced myself from Van while keeping up with Ms. lead runner.  It was a constant blast of 80s, 2000s and current music which kept me hammering on – sometimes I’d fire up for a few minutes when the beat was unstoppably fast and then jog when the energy had wane a bit.  But I was hardly stopping even when the Skyway went around loops with big ascents.  I just kept saying to myself that I’m going to keep moving while the cramping hasn’t reared its big ugly head.

Back in the 80s:  Trying out my new head band - most useful, indeed!

Back in the 80s: Trying out my new head band – most useful, indeed!

Throughout the race, I didn’t keep tabs of my time.  I just knew that at 53 minutes, we reached KM10 and 1:56 for KM21.  After that, it was up for the running gods to take me to the finish line.  But the combination of that fresh leg feeling, the absence of any major discomfort/injury, the perfect night weather (sans energy-draining sun but with mean cold breeze at the final 10) and the generally flat terrain kept me pushing and enjoying every kilometer.

In the last 10 kilometers, fatigue finally caught up with me.  Thus, some walking had to be done but was kept within inter-post distances.  A bit of negative feeling also settled – a mix of frustration (just how far is Crimson Hotel still?), tiredness and yes, hints of cramping.  Fortunately, I was able to push out them in the farthest recesses of my brain and was soon flying into the final 2 kilometers, as the Skyway toll booth and the glimmer of the Alabang skyline appeared in the near horizon.


During this time, I had no idea of my time (there were no large digital clocks by the finish line – boo!) but I knew I was in for some surprise that Feb. 22 morning.  Indeed, after the smoke has cleared (711 management released 2 RunTime records, adjusting the latter by 2 minutes), my finish time was 4:11:57 (chip time was 4:11:44), slicing around 2 minutes from my Stockholm Marathon finish of 4:14 and 6 minutes from my Baltimore Marathon’s 4:17.  Finally, I have a local full marathon finish time I can be proud of.  The closest I got was a 4:23:36 (QCIM 2012), 4:24 (Milo Marathon 2013), 4:24:37 (Condura 2013) and 4:25 (RUPM 2013).  So I guess, it’s not about the weather but the preparations and training one undergoes that make for a good finish time.  Cheers, everyone!

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The Last 5 months, part II

Milo Finals 2014 (21KM)

I got the bib for this run cheap (thanks Jenny Aggangan), after it was rescheduled a week, after an impending storm which hardly carried any rain or wind.  Even if it was a Saturday (Dec. 13), the 4:30 am gun start assured us that we would be on our way home before 7 am.  Since I failed to qualify in my last 2 attempts for the Milo finals, the 21KM slot was a chance to be part of this exciting race.

It was a relaxed pace for me in a race with hardly any expectations.   I just wanted to enjoy an actual registered road race before the holidays come barging in and take me out of my training groove.  But when I’d realized I had done a 52-minute run in the 10-KM leg, I knew it was time to focus and put my speed legs in motion, without causing any undue stress or cramping.  Fortunately, nothing untoward happened and I hardly stopped or slowed down while being powered by my Ipod sounds.

By the time I reached the finish line, I couldn’t believe I registered at 1:56, which is really one of my fastest 21KM time.

With Team Rancho runner Dennis!

With Team Rancho runner Dennis!


with Yhel who's running against sexual descrimination...

with Yhel who’s running against sexual descrimination…


Our clinic meme for Christmas 2014!


Holiday, Celebrate



Despite of a hectic holiday sked, I still managed to attend Scott Jurek’s seminar on trail running c/o Frontrunner magazine.







And so the Christmas season came swooping in and the whole country partied every night like it’s 1999.  So how was I able to balance my lifestyle with this perverted bacchanalia?

By doing lots of gym workouts, of course.  Apart from my gym group workouts (I have tired out of lifting barbells and dumbbells alone), Van and I started doing a combo of core, upper and lower workouts, coupled with mean cardio and plyometrics routines.  Welcome to the world of P90x and T25…

Back to the gym

We started with this compact workout on the last week of December.  Our condo gym where my clinic is situated is an air conditioned space filled with 3 thread mills, all-in-one machines and numerous dumbbells and barbells.  Fortunately, very few tenants go to the place so it was perfect for our compact routine, requiring usually some dumbbells and our old yoga mats.

We started with just P90x, choosing the 45 to 55-minute exercises, targeting specific or general body parts and requiring a lot of cardio-vascular and strengthening workouts.  At the end of each exercise, we were drenched to the bone and our system shaken like hell.  The workouts were not running specific but once in a while, we do some fast runs, core exercises, lots of plyometric jumpings and burpees.  It was a nice reminder of our Milo Apex running school which still has to resume on April 2016.   P1090815    






P1090817P1130749After a few weeks, feeling perhaps more flexible and stronger, we incorporated Focus T25 with a 30-minute version of P90x.  Our schedule covers Monday to Friday but we miss out a day or two, especially when we feel really beat up and the call of a massage seemed more sensible and exciting.  A few weeks more and we felt a lot stronger in the core, the upper and lower body parts but would this really translate to an improved running form and resistance?

So every Sunday, we take to the trails in our lame attempt to bring back our trail legs and train for the Four Lakes 100KM.   At first, it was a lot of huffing and puffing, balancing and difficulty to fly the down hills but a lot of persistence and we were enjoying the slippery earth, the hills and the fresh verdant environment.

More Tales from the Trail


dave. chinky, toto, van & jing


So on the first part of 2016, we were usually slugging it out on the trails of San Mateo.  My running buddy Dave guided us through his regular route starting from our village in Marikina, passing through Silangan, San Mateo into the trails, hills and hinterlands of Timberland and back.  There are endless uphills, even while still on the road and the route is challenging but still very safe.  For two weekends, Dave along with Chinky and Jing re-oriented us to their secret training ground and we were hooked.  Finally, it’s trail training we can do regularly without travelling all the way to Cavite or Laguna.  As Dave put it, “pareho lang naman di ba?  Ba’t pa tayo lalayo?” or something to that effect.

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Last Feb. 8, Sheila, Jenny & Jonas joined us in a relaxed LSD originating from the clinic leading into San Mateo where a wrong turn brought us to Timberland clubhouse, going down the wall into Silangan then back to the clinic via Fortune, Marikina.  It was grueling since Jonas’ pace was quite furious but we were just glad to have survived it, even if Van and I were still thrashed even 2 days later.

The next week, trying to re-trace the route created by Dave, we chanced upon Chito, a veteran ultramarathoner, harking back to my BDM days.  He was on his way to Wawa dam area and of course, we had to tag along.  We passed through more hills, regular trail ways, endless down hills and a snaking river.  23 kilometers later, we reached Wawa dam with its colonies of makeshift thatched structures welcoming us with their assaulting videoke champ wannabes (‘All by myseeelf….’).  It was unexpected, a bit difficult but had some of the best views of the Montalban mountains (including the twin peaks which Bernardo Carpio purportedly separated with his bare arms) & pristine river and a good chance to renew ties with an old friend.11009089_10206302635222891_5188909837424885683_n 17783_10206302632142814_4644453578464418083_n




toto, van, chito



Team Rancho


In between workouts when I find the time to wake up early, I’d lace my trainers and run around the village next to ours.  Our team is called Team Rancho and our route covers around 10 kilometers of ascents and descents.  During the runs, we’d insert speed runs and up hill climbs just to get the blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing.  At least, once a week, I meet up with Bon, Carlene, Dennis, Fatima and Rob – some of the best people to join on the road.


Our lung-busting speed run (100m & back) at the Marist oval.


Once in a while, the Agas (Bon & Carlene) treat us to a hearty breakfast in their plush residence after a run.













Luneta to Tagaytay 64KM

This is my first ultra road run in ages so it was but expected since I need to burn more miles with my impending 100KM race.  The race started by 12 midnight at KM 0 by the Luneta Park traversing Roxas boulevard then makes a turn after 4 kilometers into the endless Aguinaldo highway passing Paranaque, Muntinlupa, Cavite then finally Tagaytay.  Our bladders were filled with frozen 2 liters of Pocari sweat which was a sip away but later on was too vomit-inducing sweet.  So Van and I had a blast running, walking and taking stops to eat every hour.


The weather was cool and with the sun out of the picture, it was the best opportunity to start burning the miles and overtake other runners.  Along the road were rows of gaudy post lights which seemed abandoned after Christmas, honky tonk bars at every corner, unhospitable side walks (where false step can send one tumbling), smoke-belching trucks and tricycles.   Morning finally came when we were already at Silang, Cavite and nearing Tagaytay.  Walking and running, we had fun playing catch and outrunning some of these competitive runners who routinely look back to check out would-be overtakers and such.

By the time we made a turn towards the SVD compound (KM 50) where the sloping roads had us speeding up and down, a new found energy in a greener and cleaner environ enveloped us.  It would take around 2 hours to finally reach the finish line (after 9 hours) just by the entrance of the old Palace in the Sky when the sun had come out gloriously.  I was ranked 93 out of 375 runners.  Thanks to Prince Production for this memorable run.  Cheers!

Can’t wait for March to come marching in…Ooops!  It’s already here!

Photos courtesy of Day Spotted, Dennis Centeno, David Buban & Frontrunner magazine


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