my daughter’s semestral break was a legit excuse to go up and visit home-baguio.
and payback it was.
26 years ago,i tried but failed in a futile attempt to run a 21.so after all the waiting, yesterday was the time of reckoning.
having arrived late on wednesday night,i decided to rest thursday morning and hit the road at 4pm by following the milo21 route.
it was drizzling and burnham park was full of flower vendors and buyers but the drizzle did not deter me.there was no turning back.
i started my run along the very same route of milo21 and after the 1st kilometer, i felt my lungs trying to adjust to the altitude.fortunately, the lungs adjusted well for me to break a sweat after almost running for 20 minutes.by this time i was at the entrance of loakan road where there were less vehicles and smoke already.it was a relief to be breathing relatively fresh air and with pine trees surrounding me.and that was to be the view till i reached the end of the airport runway and onto the academy’s gate.based on joe’s info , i ran farther till philex road then turned back for extra mileage onto the road parallel to the airport runway.it sucks that they do not allow runners even in the afternoon when there are no more flights whatsoever.i am sure i am not that heavy to ruin the runway.anyway,i ran till i was back at loakan road and by this time, it was getting dark and you know there is this tale about a white lady along that part where there used to be a pine tree in the middle of the road.and it was drizzling.it felt kinda eerie when i was in that area but i made it a point to say a few words of respect.whispers were more like it.and so was the case when i pass those 2 cemeteries along the area.nothing untoward or ghostly happened till i thankfully reached military cut-off road where eventually i would hit kennon road onwards kisad road and eventually the Athletic Bowl where I started.I intended to run a few warm down laps at the oval but it was pitch dark and the oval seemed more like a carabao grazing land with all the grasses.Besides,I was alone and I did not want to get too brave.
and so finally,after 26 long years, I was able to exorcise the ghost of my failed 21 run which won’t haunt me from now on.it was a personal triumph.and will go down as one of my more memorable runs.
i may have been a failure but I have proven that I am not a quitter.