Three months ago, I completed my first ever marathon with a standard distance of 42 kilometers or 26.2 miles — roughly the distance from Fairview to Las Piñas according to Google Maps.

I guess it’s important to note that five years ago, when someone asked me to join a 5k fun run, I answered a big fat NO. Growing up, I was the clumsy kid who had thick glasses and collected wounds and scars on my knees because I was “lampa”.

I am neither athletic nor competitive. I enjoy physical activities but I never take them seriously, simply because it was a lot of hard work and I was very impatient.

So why did I sign up for this seemingly impossible and gruesome feat?

Two years ago, I started feeling dizzy and nauseous. I started feeling weak and always tired even if I just woke up from a long sleep. I went on for a month feeling like that. I’ve been in and out of emergency rooms just because I can’t walk straight because of the dizzyness. I’ve never felt so helpless.

It suddenly dawned on me that I need to start taking care of myself, because no one can do that for me. Eating pancit canton for breakfast, lunch and dinner; starving for a bikini body for summer; or practically winging my life to adulthood aren’t gonna cut it anymore.

But the problem is I am lazy and stubborn. I needed to get that out of my system and replace it with discipline and patience (easier said than done). Or else, I will die a sad, penniless, and painful death from a chronic disease. (Exaggerated yes, but that’s how I pictured it really).

Good thing, I’m prideful and ambitious being the Capricorn woman that I am. I try to do what I say as much as I can. I like to be hard on myself especially if it will make me get my shit together.  Knowing that, I signed up last August for the run and told everyone about it. That way, I cannot go back on my word anymore. Ha!

So why run?

Running was my first attempt to get a “bikini body”. It’s less costly compared to going to the gym and  — being the introvert that I am —  I can do it on my own. And it doesn’t require much, you just lace up and run anywhere. So there I was, pounding the pavements one foot after the other, on the road to a challenge that can either make or break my self-esteem and dignity.

The road to my first marathon was never easy. I had to wake up as early as 3:00 am on a Saturday to prepare for my long runs.

There were things that I had to let go, like old habits and old loves that no longer serve my purpose.

I started eating right and cooked my own food. I used to eat zero veggies and fruits, but when I slowly incorporated them into my daily meals, I started eating more of them because I like how it made my trips to the bathroom easier and I felt less bloated.


Some days, however, I lose track and I give in to little indulgences. I am, after all, just human.

Signing up for the marathon made me a realize a few things about myself. One was that there are things that you learn to love in the face of adversity. Because in the end, you’ll know it’s one of the best decisions you ever made. See that smile? I never knew I can still smile by the 30th km where the side of my thigh started aching. (Thanks to Jas for the picture.)

Second, you can always do things alone, but you go faster and it gets better when you do it with others. The first 21km of the race, I ran with a co-worker (Hi Jas!) and it made every step easier. During the 4 months of training, I ran with these like-minded people and it made a lot of difference than just being on my own. 🙂

Third, you don’t do it because it is what should be done. You do it because it feels good. Sure the first few runs were hard, I questioned myself many times what the hell was I thinking when I signed up. But every after finishing a run, whether it was a hard or an easy one, I always felt great about myself and what I’ve done. That was the one thing that kept me getting up in the morning to do it all over again.

This girl feels so borta today. #RoadTo42 #tbrdream @tbrdream

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And so the race day came.

Here’s yours truly hugging The Bull Runner Dream Marathon founder Jaymie Pizarro right after I crossed the finish line. (If my face could talk it would say: fuck yeah I’m done and every inch of my body hurts but I did it!!!)

And this one deserves a bigger space here. (Tip: clean your pits, have them waxed, lasered, IPL or whatever for that winning arms raised shot)

Probably the most important thing I learned is: I can have a million excuses not to do anything but it only took me one good reason to keep going. I want to live a long, good life and it starts by making the right decisions for my well-being. And if I, a non-athletic lazy ass clumsy dreamer, can do such thing, I know anyone can do too.

And so, here I am wishing you the best on your journey (health, fitness, wealth, or even love) with this quote I saw on my way up to a damn painful hill during the run which at first I thought was mocking me, but still, it gave me hope. Because what is life without hope? Cheers!