<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590</id><updated>2009-11-09T05:27:25.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Begins at 50</title><subtitle type='html'>We can only wish to go back in time and be young again but we can always choose to move on and start "LIVING" again through 50 and beyond . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-3909728162559543104</id><published>2009-10-26T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:14:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Mark!</title><content type='html'>Today, Oct. 24, 2009 is the beginning of a new life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly after one month of PT rehab, I can now drive my old, reliable Revo--thanks to my young, equally reliable therapist, Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cast was removed on Ate Ella's 64th birthday, Sept. 23. I expected that things will return to normal as soon as I let go of this green fiberglass that kept me close company for six loooong weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an innocent child eagerly anticipating her dream toy, I excitedly waited for that magical moment when I thought life would be the same for me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNVChbmTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qEzalEXhW-U/s1600-h/100_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396875121067268402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNVChbmTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qEzalEXhW-U/s400/100_2224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like my love life, things didn't turn out the way I planned them to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Dr. Sevilla cut my cast to free my arm, he blurted out these words which caused me to scream in horror:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNUxC6tkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Dg3aVCwABIk/s1600-h/100_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396875116375881282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNUxC6tkI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Dg3aVCwABIk/s400/100_2232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me: "Di ko pala nasabi sa iyo. Pagkatanggal ng cast, mas masakit pa kaysa bone fracture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to believe my orthopedic surgeon was only joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNUb0HtyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u3l0N2PQHqo/s1600-h/100_2236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396875110676674338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNUb0HtyI/AAAAAAAAAhs/u3l0N2PQHqo/s400/100_2236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed and wished that he was, but he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, instead of a "back to normal" life that I imagined, a life of pain and misery and agony and suffering began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396870721518344370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWJU87OmLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vprcabJ8UXM/s400/100_2266.jpg" /&gt; (buti na lang di nakasali face ko sa picture . . . nakangiwi kasi plus may kasama pang luha at sipon hah hah . . .)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWJUkfWbxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AUQtgNCmt8E/s1600-h/100_2302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396870714958966546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWJUkfWbxI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AUQtgNCmt8E/s400/100_2302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWJUHaZPOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HFjZJ3lHrOg/s1600-h/100_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396870707153550562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWJUHaZPOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HFjZJ3lHrOg/s400/100_2268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words in any dictionary that could aptly describe the pain I feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; my wrist is mercilessly twisted, my stubborn hand fiercely straightened and each of my hardened fingers stretched beyond their limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even told my therapist that when I die, I'll probably go straight to heaven for I've gone through hell already. Mark was quick to reply: "Eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;demonyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my PT rehab started, I could only move my hand 5-10 degrees. I couldn't even flex my fingers. The pain lingered all day long that sleeping was an ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the advices of my Rehab Doctor and therapist, I launched my own therapy program at home in the hope of speeding up the whole recovery process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot pack was my constant companion. So with the lovable squeeze ball. Later on, the powerful laundry clip (I try to close it with my thumb and 1 finger), the water bottle as weight for wrist exercises, door knob rotation from left to right and vice versa, and stretching between fingers using thick rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these exercises were extremely painful at first but slowly mellowed down as time went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Pain hasn't abandon me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I can now drive and . . . I AM NOW COACHING MARK TO RUN HIS FIRST 5K RACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mark. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I wanted to punch and kick you during our therapy sessions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for therapists like you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-3909728162559543104?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3909728162559543104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=3909728162559543104&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3909728162559543104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3909728162559543104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-mark.html' title='Thank You, Mark!'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SuWNVChbmTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qEzalEXhW-U/s72-c/100_2224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-3448194396850991076</id><published>2009-09-08T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:54:22.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Race at Age 75</title><content type='html'>Tennis, golf, bowling -- you name it. My mother played these recreational sports and has brought home countless trophies for winning tournaments that she joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ever dearest&lt;/span&gt; mother has never joined a single race for the 75 years of her active life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf6ufZWjYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lNYp848qfWk/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040356898737538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf6ufZWjYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lNYp848qfWk/s400/Picture+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until the Family Fun Run last Aug. 2, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf6t_IO7qI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vgMlrx8Eu3M/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040348237000354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf6t_IO7qI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vgMlrx8Eu3M/s400/Picture+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; begged their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt; to bring them to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Museo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pambata&lt;/span&gt; then run together in the Family Fun Run after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor grandma, cannot say NO to the persistent prodding of her 2 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf5EJwIlMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-lccFYioE7Q/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375038530022577346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf5EJwIlMI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-lccFYioE7Q/s400/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was overjoyed because whenever she goes out with us, I leave my wallet at home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nanay&lt;/span&gt; exercises everyday following the different types of aerobics video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And through all these years, she has maintained her 36-28-36 figure and 110-lb. weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always tell her that she was born without any taste buds. Her whole meal intake is only half of my appetizer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She couldn't understand why we still eat sweets after eating, when we are supposed to be full already. I tell her that there is such word as "dessert" in the dictionary and it was included there for a purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would end the conversation by saying that "I only eat in order to live. You live in order to eat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2mH9zu0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/t-VdRb5TS7I/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035815123729218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2mH9zu0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/t-VdRb5TS7I/s400/Picture+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf3oUOYJkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fxs31_AFfR0/s1600-h/P1020854(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375036952285816386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf3oUOYJkI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fxs31_AFfR0/s400/P1020854(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2lnho-MI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SkTtlaSbml8/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035806415648962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2lnho-MI/AAAAAAAAAgM/SkTtlaSbml8/s400/Picture+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise that the 3k race was a walk in the park for her. She ran/walked with her grandchildren enjoying every moment of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, we had to leave right away for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; was already complaining of stomach ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day, I received a call from the organizer, Mr. Kenneth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montegrande&lt;/span&gt;, inviting me and Anna (the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meekrunner&lt;/span&gt;) for a breakfast get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2lCXTTiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vV_GCHHO4Sc/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375035796440174114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf2lCXTTiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vV_GCHHO4Sc/s400/Picture+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf1DQ2ugAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PWmuA_qd99c/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375034116702896130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf1DQ2ugAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PWmuA_qd99c/s400/Picture+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Anna and her runaholic family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Anna didn't make it because of an early corporate meeting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Anna. I was treated to a sumptuous buffet breakfast at Cafe Bocobo and had a wonderful time chatting with Ken and his buddy (whose name now slipped my mind--probably because of my recent General Anesthesia?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we said goodbye, Kenneth gave me these fabulous prizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf0GR9UjzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x2p53G9zJa0/s1600-h/Trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033069026971442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf0GR9UjzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/x2p53G9zJa0/s400/Trophy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf0F6X7m_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jd1SYIem5WQ/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375033062696131570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf0F6X7m_I/AAAAAAAAAfs/jd1SYIem5WQ/s400/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The envelope contained P5,000 cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Crocs Prepair I chose at MOA was priced at P2,350!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing my pink Crocs Prepair when I chased the closing time of RFC last Monday, Aug. 24, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it can be told: Ang Crocs Prepair, di lang pang walking--pang running pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spfp5CYm_DI/AAAAAAAAAfk/vQ-MbDAswFM/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375021846391880754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spfp5CYm_DI/AAAAAAAAAfk/vQ-MbDAswFM/s400/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Ken! Take care of yourself in the U.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-3448194396850991076?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3448194396850991076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=3448194396850991076&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3448194396850991076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3448194396850991076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-race-at-age-75.html' title='First Race at Age 75'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Spf6ufZWjYI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lNYp848qfWk/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-7080452071259035571</id><published>2009-08-25T23:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:25:43.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running With One Arm</title><content type='html'>My son &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; arrived very late yesterday, only to inform me that he needed fabric paint for his school project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately took a shower and then left for RFC Dept. Store right after dinner. After 10 days of having only one arm I surprised myself by becoming an expert in doing things using my forehead, teeth, chin, hips, thighs, knees and feet in lieu of my left hand's 5 fingers which are still sore and painful until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning a leisurely walk from our house to RFC but when I glanced at my watch, I realized that RFC will close in 15 minutes. I decided to ride the tricycle at the next street but we didn't even reach the gate when it had to stop because of the long queue of vehicles trying to get out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philamlife&lt;/span&gt; Village. Heavy traffic has been a familiar sight ever since our village became part of the "friendship route".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to lose. I gave the driver my fare then ran towards &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zapote&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alabang&lt;/span&gt; Road going to RFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Some stalls at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ground floor&lt;/span&gt; were already closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to the 3rd floor and when I got there, the only remaining light was on the cashier area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between heavy sighs and breaths, I begged the person closing the door that I only needed pink and violet fabric paint. Staring at my fiberglass covered arm, he took pity on me and searched for the materials I specified. I hurriedly paid for the items, thanked the cashier and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I dropped by my favorite fruit stand and bought 1kg bananas, 2kg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;santol&lt;/span&gt; and 1kg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rambutan&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to walk but had to take the tricycle for my arm started to be uncomfortably painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall the events of yesterday, I wouldn't have made it on time but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it because I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I'm a runner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-7080452071259035571?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/7080452071259035571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=7080452071259035571&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/7080452071259035571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/7080452071259035571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/08/running-with-one-arm_25.html' title='Running With One Arm'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-3798237442449492441</id><published>2009-08-18T16:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:20:48.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPACTED FRACTURE!</title><content type='html'>Friday, Aug. 14, 2009 was the perfect day for tennis and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; announced in the morning that she'd like to play tennis after school. It was their last day of exams and will be dismissed earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect! From &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school we proceeded directly to the tennis court and there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed having the court on her own (her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was dead tired to go with us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLw6ZwIYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/T8SbZAgH5Yw/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371188809275810178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLw6ZwIYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/T8SbZAgH5Yw/s400/Picture+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's OK for me even if i couldn't play. I figured I could still run after I bring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; home and change my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 50 minutes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; declared to Coach Sonny that it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I complied and took over the tennis court.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was only getting warmed up when I excitedly ran backwards to hit an overhead ball. The change in pace happened so fast that I suddenly felt out of balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By instinct, I tried to support myself with my left hand (was holding the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;racquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my right hand) to prevent a bad fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, I was down on the ground struggling with the agonizing pain in my twisted wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange . . . in my mind, I thought "Lord, thank you it's not my leg or feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Sonny yelled for help and in an instant, Coach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pitik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was wrapping ice on my hand which he carefully placed on a bamboo splint. He also made an improvised sling to support my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was impossible for me to drive, I called Ate Ella to come over to take care of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; then we requested the tricycle driver to bring us to Perpetual Help Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately given an intravenous pain reliever (which didn't work so had to be given a much stronger dose an hour later) when we arrived at E.R. After securing my arm with the medical sling, I was wheeled to the X-ray room for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diagnostic&lt;/span&gt; picture of my forearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resident physician contacted the orthopedic surgeon accredited by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philamcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately, he was about to board the plane for an overseas trip (the other orthopedic surgeon accredited by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philamcare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; operating in Perpetual Hospital passed away last week involving a car accident along a flyover).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The advice was to cover my arm with a temporary cast and follow it up with an orthopedic surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLwaRfTQI/AAAAAAAAAes/SXPtGrDqvq8/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371188800651218178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLwaRfTQI/AAAAAAAAAes/SXPtGrDqvq8/s400/Picture+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Dr. Lopez did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLv_AyImI/AAAAAAAAAek/g879zgrHQAg/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371188793333391970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLv_AyImI/AAAAAAAAAek/g879zgrHQAg/s400/Picture+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mimi recommended other orthopedic surgeons based in Perpetual Help but nobody had clinic hours the following day, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I had the chance to consult with Dr. Edgardo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sevilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed him my X-ray results which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPACTED FRACTURE ALONG THE DISTAL RADIUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AVULSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FRACTURE OF THE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STYLOID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PROCESS OF THE LEFT ULNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sevilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; suggested a procedure called "closed reduction" to remedy the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I need to present to him a C/P (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cardio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/Pulmonary) Clearance before he could implement the procedure. This, according to him, is necessary for patients 40 and above (ouch!) undergoing a General Anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought getting the clearance was easy but I was advised to have a chest X-ray, ECG and 2-D ECHO before I'll be given one. I already finished the first 2 but will still have to wait until tomorrow for my 2-D ECHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jay and Jaymie for the get well wishes over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;runradio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-3798237442449492441?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3798237442449492441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=3798237442449492441&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3798237442449492441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3798237442449492441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/08/impacted-fracture.html' title='IMPACTED FRACTURE!'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SopLw6ZwIYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/T8SbZAgH5Yw/s72-c/Picture+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-449031193283780182</id><published>2009-08-05T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:16:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Life And In Death--Thank You, Tita Cory!</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started training in May 2007, I have been dreaming to run with Jaymie (then the "newbie" runner, now the famous and fabulous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TBR&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than 2 years and 2 months of rigorous praying, my dream finally became a reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this elusive dream would have remained just a dream if not for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt; Cory's sublime intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in death, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt; Cory proved to be powerful in unifying the Filipino people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jaymie initiating the "Run for Cory", runners converged in Ayala &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alabang&lt;/span&gt;, U.P., MOA, Makati and the Fort to dedicate one special run in honor of one great leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very fortunate to join the group of runners that ran around Alabang Country Club. Although many runners signified their intention to join, the gusty wind and rainshowers prevented most of them to fulfill this desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jun and Anna (the meekrunner), I had no problem arriving on the said venue before 7 AM. Soon after, we were joined by Bambi, Miguel and Jaymie, Sir Ipe, Francis, Ardy, Pat and other runners. Later during the run, the flying couple Mark and Tiffin just appeared from nowhere heh heh . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SnmJkodd5vI/AAAAAAAAAec/nLDkimVhjUE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366471693417965298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SnmJkodd5vI/AAAAAAAAAec/nLDkimVhjUE/s400/Picture+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this was taken but it was a place where the fast runners waited for me and Anna (thank you guys for patiently waiting for us). Anna and me were joking to each other "Easy run nila ang 7 mins/km, sa atin hard na yon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first run in Ayala Alabang and it couldn't have been better. I was in good company, running to honor someone great enough to be a hero and a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SnmJkEhTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/BaSfnPPNxM8/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366471683770361714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SnmJkEhTJ3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/BaSfnPPNxM8/s400/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken after that wonderful 8.7km run with the football field as background. I enjoyed it so much I was still energized to run another 5k but Anna had to go home right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jaymie for initiating this run. I promise I'll train harder so you won't wait long for me the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, Tita Cory! Without you, this wouldn't have been possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-449031193283780182?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/449031193283780182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=449031193283780182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/449031193283780182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/449031193283780182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-life-and-in-death-thank-you-tita.html' title='In Life And In Death--Thank You, Tita Cory!'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SnmJkodd5vI/AAAAAAAAAec/nLDkimVhjUE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-4131498359262760666</id><published>2009-07-23T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:37:33.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Family Fun Run</title><content type='html'>I know everybody who joined the Run for Home is now excited over the statistical results and analysis of the race made possible by the timing chip.   I have read good reviews and a few not-so-good ones.  Will talk about mine as soon as I nurse my broken heart on my frustrating results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's take a break from "serious" races for a while.  Forget about pace, forget about breaking PR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmhxtyTPqYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vgXnVpHVVes/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361660387795118466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmhxtyTPqYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vgXnVpHVVes/s400/Picture+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Join the 2009 Family Fun Run for a change.  Organized by Kenneth Montegrande as shown in the photo above, I'm sure I'll enjoy this event as much as I enjoyed the Manila Half Marathon Challenge last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring the whole family to Rajah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sulayman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Park Manila on Aug. 2, 2009 and simply have fun! My kids and I, their grandmother, aunts, uncles and cousins will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmcuRqTXUvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rtr8rYzODPw/s1600-h/2009+Family+Fun+Run.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361304762356028146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmcuRqTXUvI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rtr8rYzODPw/s400/2009+Family+Fun+Run.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can think of 10 reasons why you shouldn't miss this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The race will start at 4 PM. No hassle getting up at 4 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The kids can run/walk with you and finishing a 3k race is a healthy and fun way of spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For only P250 registration fee, all the members in your family can join. And there's even a prize for the highest delegation of family group. By the way, Anna (the meek runner) will run 10k together with the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;runaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family. And just the same, she only paid P250 for all of them. That equates to only P50 per family member. What a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Each family will get a cool singlet after registration and surprise FREEBIES after the race (not to mention the trophies and cash prizes for the winners). What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My first race last year was organized by Kenneth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montegrande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There were adequate kilometer markings, helpful marshals everywhere, unlimited supply of ice-cold bottled water. How refreshing! Also, the commemorative t-shirt was something you could wear everyday. Di &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; pang sports, pang &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;araw&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;araw&lt;/span&gt; pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The route will be along &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baywalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Roxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blvd. A completely different scenery from that of U.P. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Diliman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the Fort. Even the air that you'll breath will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You'll get to teach the kids a little bit of geography and history while passing by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ninoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aquino statue in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baywalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the U.S. Embassy building, Dr. Jose Rizal's monument in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Luneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You may bring the kids to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Museo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pambata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before the race. Try lifting the phones at the Heroes Hall on the first floor and they could actually "talk" to our heroes and learn something not found in ordinary History books. Cool! There's also a Sports Room where they could rock climb, shoot some balls and visit the lockers of our famous sports personalities like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Paeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nepomuceno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There's a Science Room, where the kids can actually get inside the giant parts of the body! There's a hands-on activity room, music room, showcase of international dolls, and many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If your kids love marine life, then bring them to Ocean Adventure at the back of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quirino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Grandstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take your kids a stroll in Rizal Park. Test their ability in geography with the giant Philippine map. You may even explore &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Intramuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if they still have the energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget: For P150, you may run as an individual if you can't bring the family. You also get a free singlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may register at San Andres Sports Complex. Tel. No. 5151915.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or contact Kenneth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Montegrande&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Celfone&lt;/span&gt; # 0917-3630004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or visit his website &lt;a href="http://www.kjmontegrande.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.kjmontegrande.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you all there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-4131498359262760666?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/4131498359262760666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=4131498359262760666&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/4131498359262760666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/4131498359262760666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/07/2009-family-fun-run.html' title='2009 Family Fun Run'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmhxtyTPqYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vgXnVpHVVes/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-8007030647826238760</id><published>2009-07-20T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:38:59.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone in Run For Home</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to start this story with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Race&lt;/strong&gt; portion but for whatever reason, I couldn't position the pictures in the manner that they should appear. And so, I have no choice but to start this blog with the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post-Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats the pleasure of meeting running friends after the race! (More so when you ran all alone during the race . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP-XbsBL-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/JZkdIn9L4qM/s1600-h/P1020630(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360407660023853026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP-XbsBL-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/JZkdIn9L4qM/s400/P1020630(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the sultry Running Diva, Roselle! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP9jZxtYcI/AAAAAAAAAds/nWaVBQ-bbSs/s1600-h/P1020626(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360406766157652418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP9jZxtYcI/AAAAAAAAAds/nWaVBQ-bbSs/s400/P1020626(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With the growing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt; family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP84SSYgoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UdNcWqLIlrA/s1600-h/P1020619(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360406025412838018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP84SSYgoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/UdNcWqLIlrA/s400/P1020619(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A souvenir pose with Run For Home route map as background. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP8OwwNAJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aVoiSXYjXxA/s1600-h/P1020618(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360405312036470930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP8OwwNAJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aVoiSXYjXxA/s400/P1020618(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a truly inspiring group of running friends &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, Johnny, the One and Only Jaymie, Mariel, Jun C., Annie, Miguel, Jay and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;! Finally, I got my copies of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TBR&lt;/span&gt; mag which the whole running community is raving about. Thank you, Jaymie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP7no2Fx_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/0wSa4HGurqY/s1600-h/P1020616(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360404639898781682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP7no2Fx_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/0wSa4HGurqY/s400/P1020616(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soulmates&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;solemates&lt;/span&gt; Jun C. and Mariel! Hope to run with you, Mariel, in future races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP68ABgqJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8fx79_kZLAY/s1600-h/P1020615(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360403890206451858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP68ABgqJI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8fx79_kZLAY/s400/P1020615(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very happy reunion with Johnny, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and Jay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmM8IV1JLXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/quZgm2Tr3v4/s1600-h/P1020612(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360194095497686386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmM8IV1JLXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/quZgm2Tr3v4/s400/P1020612(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the dynamic duo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, my ever faithful guardian angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmM3p27I8jI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Qv01kR8nhu0/s1600-h/P1020611(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360189173758751282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmM3p27I8jI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Qv01kR8nhu0/s400/P1020611(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lovely running couple Mark and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tiffin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt; and a fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt; family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmMyWqLmcZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6uLccNue_Ho/s1600-h/P1020608(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360183346362478994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmMyWqLmcZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6uLccNue_Ho/s400/P1020608(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me waving before reaching the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go to where the story should start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I registered at Fitness First SM &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Southmall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; branch last July 11, 2009. The people who attended to me were warm and accommodating, making my stay at the lobby enjoyable even though it took me almost one hour to be fully registered. Anyway, watching the weight watchers sweating it out with the different gym equipments delighted my attention and didn't even realize that I was sitting there for some time already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained cats and dogs for the whole week. Didn't get the chance to run even for a brief time. Came Saturday, July 18. It was the last day of picking up race packets. No choice but to go all the way to the Fort, or I won't be able to join the maiden voyage of the disposable timing chip (not to mention the P500 that I paid for it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't raining anymore when we left &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pinas&lt;/span&gt; City but when we were about to park the car in front of the Globe tents in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BGC&lt;/span&gt;, strong winds crashed the Globe tents down to the ground. At first I thought they were the claiming booths. I asked the person who seemed to be the one in charge and he informed me that I could just walk and proceed at the back of the building near Nike. I could claim my race packet at the Globe tent situated in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the sign "Fitness First Registrants" and gave my coupon to the lady in front of a laptop. The other lady wrote my name on the race envelope and asked for my size. I told her "Medium". She placed my singlet inside and I was off in less than 1 minute. Wow! That was fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to rain again so I had to run back to the car. I braved through the muddy field in my newly bought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bakya&lt;/span&gt;, inflicting wounds on my feet. But I didn't mind. I was too happy to look at my race bib and disposable timing chip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race Day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left the house at 4:50 AM and proceeded to the the same parking area where we parked the day before. No trouble getting a space. I made a quick stop at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;portalet&lt;/span&gt;, missing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-race warm-up by Fitness First. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then searched for familiar faces but saw no one I recognize. I guess everybody I know left already at 5 AM. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quennie's&lt;/span&gt; running in U.P. My cousin Jun couldn't make it. Oh no! That meant I'll be running alone (sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race Proper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I positioned myself in the middle of the pack, beside the 16-year old Jennica. I started talking to her but I remembered Roselle's blog that some runners don't like to chat during races so when we crossed the starting mat, I slowly drifted away from her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm used to train alone but I'm not used to be running alone in races. I needed a friend to talk with. I tried to talk to myself but it didn't work. It was a terrible, empty feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The route was the same as that of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno&lt;/span&gt; Infinity Run last June 7. I should be able to handle it better this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first half went well. I crossed the mat at 32 minutes in my watch (although this wasn't reliable '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I forgot to start my stopwatch right after I cross the mat at the starting line).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way back, I had to stop for water before reaching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buendia&lt;/span&gt; flyover. Something I've never done in a race. As I climbed the flyover, I felt pain on my upper thighs I had to stop and walk a few steps. I've never walked in a race either. Also, my left foot was killing me. I had no idea how I managed to ascend and descend the flyover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw the next water station, I again stopped and quenched my thirst. My, my, my. This race had a lot of firsts. The idea of not finishing the race was about to play in my mind when I heard the Marshal say "1 km for 10k runners". I said to myself: "I only have to run from the house to the guard house. That's all I have to do to finish this race." And so I went on to finish the longest 1 kilometer run I've done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I approach the finish line, the clock read 1:20:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a better time at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could that be? I didn't run for 5 months and yet I finished at 1:20:01 in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I had proper training, I clocked 1:20:30! I couldn't think of any logical explanation to this reversal of outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would gladly welcome your opinion on this matter if you have any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-8007030647826238760?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8007030647826238760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=8007030647826238760&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8007030647826238760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8007030647826238760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/07/alone-in-run-for-home.html' title='All Alone in Run For Home'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SmP-XbsBL-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/JZkdIn9L4qM/s72-c/P1020630(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-3623797219163992541</id><published>2009-07-09T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:02:21.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora at One</title><content type='html'>As I write this, I'm still in a state of heavenly shock. I couldn't believe that my tennis idol Roger Federer finally reclaimed his world no.1 position by winning back the Wimbledon crown last Monday at 1:27 AM (Philippine Time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355052570595542914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SlD38M_jx4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Tsu6XdSxxNo/s400/capt_xwim36407051846_britain_wimbledon_tennis_xwim364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 4 hours and 27 minutes of marathon with Andy Roddick, my dearest Rog is now recognized as the Greatest Player Of All Time having won 15 Grand Slams in just 7 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355052559597478274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SlD37kBaoYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/gezRUjbsxzw/s400/b_013_federer_121_ps_t_hindley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first year anniversary of running couldn't be happier. I thank God for this wonderful gift--something I've been praying for since the Fed lost to the Spanish conquistador last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's my first year anniversary of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 6, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;: I ran my first 5k race during the Manila Half Marathon Challenge exactly one month after my 50th birthday. I clocked 38:27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have joined the MILO race to celebrate my first year anniversary but I didn't. Instead, I opted to test myself how long I can possibly run if I push myself to the limit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For once, I dared defy the 10% rule (not to increase your time or distance by more than 10% a week in order to avoid injury). I know it's crazy but it's my own way of celebrating this memorable event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? I ran for &lt;strong&gt;1 hour, 59 minutes, 58 seconds&lt;/strong&gt;--for the very first time in my life. And I thought I could no longer move when I wake up the following morning but in my excitement of Federer's historic achievement, I felt I could still run for another 2 hours! But of course, I didn't. I gave myself a rest, simply played tennis for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the Mizuno Infinity Run last June 7, 2009 after 5 months of not running. I finished 10k at 1:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This July 19 at the Run For Home, I wish to do better--hopefully I WILL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-3623797219163992541?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3623797219163992541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=3623797219163992541&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3623797219163992541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3623797219163992541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/07/nora-at-one.html' title='Nora at One'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SlD38M_jx4I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Tsu6XdSxxNo/s72-c/capt_xwim36407051846_britain_wimbledon_tennis_xwim364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-5880886488910733722</id><published>2009-06-25T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:37:28.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Resurrection</title><content type='html'>There is no excuse for not training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you failed to train because you were lazy. You find all the excuses (alibis actually) in the world why you couldn't possibly run but the truth is, you just lost the passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate to admit it but you're slowly being hooked to stay comfortably under the covers of your soft bed during rainy mornings, and have become a T.V. addict during late afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just wish for &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; that would alter this curse and snap you out of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday is fast approaching and you suddenly remember why you thought of running in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started training in May 2007 to run my first 5K on my 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday the following year. It's my way of telling (more of consoling) myself that "Life Begins at 50".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the storm, my first 5k race was rescheduled to July 6, 2008--exactly one month after my 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream come true for me! I had lingering doubts if I could ever do it but I eventually did. I finished my first 5k race at 38:27 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of finally crossing the finish line started to play in my mind again. I vividly recalled I challenged myself that on my next birthday, I will run 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trained for 14 solid months to run 5k on my 50&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday but this time around, I haven't run for 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; months. Sure, I lack the proper training to run 10k last June 7 but I just felt in my bones that I had to do it. Ready or not, joining a race to celebrate my 51st birthday was the best way for me to be back on track again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ran 10k one day after my 51st birthday during the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mizuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Infinity Run. This proved that if you only put your mind into it, you can do what you want even though it seemed impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the antidote I was hoping for. After the struggle I went through in overcoming the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flyover, the whole agonizing experience jolted me from my "quarantine" and resurrected the passion hiding somewhere deep inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June 21, I celebrated Father's Day (one of my multiple roles) by enjoying my longest run ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the car at home and headed for my favorite hilly route in BF Resort Village. I clocked 1:32:39 upon entering our gate. My thighs and feet were aching but my heart was fully alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I passed by men and women half my age who were only walking on the uphill route. This boosted my self-confidence and inspired me to run even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times, however, when I was almost tempted to stop or walk back home because of the pains in my lower body but I told myself I have no right to call myself a runner if I don't push myself to the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! The passion is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running again and I hope you won't get tired seeing me at the race for the next 51 years &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-5880886488910733722?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5880886488910733722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=5880886488910733722&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5880886488910733722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5880886488910733722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/06/resurrection.html' title='The Resurrection'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-269766839943985906</id><published>2009-06-17T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:59:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Be My Partner?</title><content type='html'>The Fit and Fun Buddy Run this July 12, 2009 requires anyone to run 5k or 10k with a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prob. As soon as I learned about this race, I immediately contacted my cousin Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muego&lt;/span&gt; if he's interested to join and he readily said YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me.  I would be inflicting a great injustice on Jun if he runs with me '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he finishes 10k at 53 minutes while my fastest time was 70 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply don't have the heart to compel Jun to run slower because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so this morning we both agreed that we'll look for partners compatible to our finishing times.  That way, we'll get to enjoy the race because we will be running at our comfortable pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a partner for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Junjun&lt;/span&gt; whose goal is to finish 10k at 50-53 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a partner whose goal is to finish 10k at 65-69 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are this runner or knows somebody who's still looking for a running buddy, please inform me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much in advanced, my dear runner friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-269766839943985906?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/269766839943985906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=269766839943985906&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/269766839943985906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/269766839943985906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-you-be-my-partner.html' title='Will You Be My Partner?'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-5921780600571602019</id><published>2009-06-09T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:28:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51 to Inifinity and Beyond</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooh&lt;/span&gt; easy to please. On my 51st birthday I only had 3 wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348517161349378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si5-J84QMQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PwwL17BxeAs/s400/P1020029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, that I could have a &lt;strong&gt;birthday cake&lt;/strong&gt; to plant these &lt;strong&gt;candles &lt;/strong&gt;(numbers &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;) that I'm holding so I could make a wish before I blow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. Before night time came, my first wish was granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348509922934642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si5-Jh6ev3I/AAAAAAAAAas/OJfkViFeEag/s400/P1020040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; are now planted on a rocky road cake, courtesy of my son's godfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my&lt;strong&gt; second&lt;/strong&gt; wish, I asked God for good weather the following day during the &lt;strong&gt;Mizuno&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Infinity Run&lt;/strong&gt; where I would attempt to finish a 10k race even without the proper training. I've only done 3 short runs during the past 5 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy to even think of running 10k that included the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kalayaan&lt;/span&gt; flyover--a route I've never dared before. My first 10k race and the only race I've run this 2009 was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt; Bull Run last Jan. 18. It was an easy, almost flat route with a few uphills which took me 70 minutes to finish. No sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quennie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jinoe's&lt;/span&gt; beloved wife) pledged to accompany me during the race gave me the much-needed confidence that I won't certainly get lost and I won't definitely be the only one to arrive last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny, my official photographer couldn't make it so I asked Romy, my mother's driver to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in my first 10k race where I was nervous to the bone, this time I felt so light yet excited to be back on the road again and meet some runner friends whom I already missed so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After forcing myself to eat a slice of toasted bread with peanut butter and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;. of banana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;latundan&lt;/span&gt; followed by my favorite hot chocolate drink, off we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bonifacio&lt;/span&gt; Global City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived just in time to watch the pack of 15k runners go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily spotted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; among the crowd and she introduced me to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt; members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345360021111738818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6InkbwkcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RzGaOdd7cm8/s400/P1020047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my double chin is back-- one of the many reasons why I should run again. Yes, I gained 6 lbs. during the 5 months that I didn't run but I know I'll revert to my ideal weight soon, now that I'm back in the groove again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Agnes and her husband Boy came to send me off. I was hoping they would be running with me but not this time. Romy was nowhere to be found so I had no photo with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short stretching exercise lead by Fitness First, the gun was fired at exactly 6AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345360025626203474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6In1QF1VI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0e8m9NZrPwo/s400/P1020057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; advised me to take it slow and I followed her advice, not having any choice anyway since my legs were stiff as steel. Oh, the pains of not running enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running the first 5k was a breeze. I didn't notice how long we were running '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking and greeting some runner friends who were on their way back. We saw Vener, Bards, Mark, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt; closely behind Sen. Pia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Vimz&lt;/span&gt;, Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at my watch at the U-turn slot and it read 38:27. So far so good. This was almost my 5k time during my first 10k race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But running back to the Fort was a different story. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; sensed that I was already struggling so she advised me to drink water and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time that we reached the peak of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kalayaan&lt;/span&gt; flyover, the sun was up and brutally bright. I couldn't complain '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; didn't I pray for a good weather? Deep inside, I was silently telling myself that I should have prayed for a rainy (but not stormy) weather instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; what could be our estimated finishing time and she informed me @1:20. That's when I told her to go ahead since I previously learned from her that her time in Baguio was 1:05. She's forced to slow down because of me. What a sacrifice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; stayed with me through and through. When I could no longer force my legs to go on, she proposed that we could just walk or jog then run fast at the last corner to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could no longer feel my legs touching the ground, only my body brushing against the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last turnaround, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; and I flew towards the finish line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345377242428559986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6YR-1pUnI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WAMR7ddmqsE/s400/P1020077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Quennie's&lt;/span&gt; loyalty and dedication, I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I survived the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kalayaan&lt;/span&gt; flyover without any injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never mind my time. At my age, to finish this race at 1:20 without training for 5 months is enough to make me happy. Thank you, thank you Quennie. I wouldn't be savoring this victory without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meeting some of my runner friends even made me happier. Nice to see you again Jinoe, Vener &amp;amp; Christy, Roselle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345360032473397858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6IoOwlumI/AAAAAAAAAbM/BWP3ct6-SM4/s400/P1020094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the growing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt; members. Hope to know everybody in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345377236873336978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6YRqJLWJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T4aG1Fq_cp4/s400/P1020106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Together again: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt;, Roselle (the Running Diva), me (once the golden girl--now 51) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Vener's&lt;/span&gt; better half, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, what could be my &lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; birthday wish?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simple. Just for Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; to win the elusive French Open, the only Grand Slam that he has yet to win for him to be acknowledged as the 'greatest player of all time'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345377233620763762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si6YReBtBHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/d8gEB9PLgtQ/s400/0906_rolandgarros_pz_f_46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348502565892770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si5-JGgbMqI/AAAAAAAAAak/ZFKLHSTI8SQ/s400/0906_rolandgarros_pz_f_15_10286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all my 3 birthday wishes granted, I couldn't ask for more--except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Alaxan&lt;/span&gt; to ease the pains in my aching body!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-5921780600571602019?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5921780600571602019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=5921780600571602019&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5921780600571602019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5921780600571602019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/06/51-to-inifinity-and-beyond.html' title='51 to Inifinity and Beyond'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/Si5-J84QMQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PwwL17BxeAs/s72-c/P1020029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-6281530086683597983</id><published>2009-04-29T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:28:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to The Club, Mimi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; long overdue . . . but as the saying goes: Better late than never!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last March 7, 2009 I received this wonderful text message from my  friend Mimi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-weekly walking.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hirap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  But thinking of you doing your fun run keeps me going! Ha ha ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered her that I'm very very happy that she started walking and even encouraged her to join the upcoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pinay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Action slated March 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied: "30 minutes or about 2 km walk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a start coach?  Hope I can sustain this or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;magprogress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to jogging!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; beauty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be addressed as "coach"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assured her that it's a good start already, based from my own experience.  I added that if I could do it, she can do even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jolly woman that she is, she answered "Yup! . . . And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sulitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;itong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nike &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Xtraining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shoes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  See you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can just imagine my excitement on the way to our get together the following day to celebrate Mimi's 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday (we're classmates from Grade I to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year H.S.).  We haven't seen each other for more than a year already.  So many stories to share . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the farthest, I was the FIRST to arrive at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paellas in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Greenhills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Soon the birthday celebrant came who appeared to be a budding debutante rather than a golden girl.  Elsa came next, followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Malou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jojie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a plus factor to have an in-house doctor when you're in an unfamiliar territory.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jojie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was pale and complained of dizziness when she arrived with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Malou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but Mimi simply got something in her bag and presto!  As fast as a wave of a fairy godmother's magic wand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jojie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was immediately relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years on earth is enough reason for us to break-away from our boring low-fat, low-calorie diet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;indulge&lt;/span&gt; in the very sinful baked oysters, paella marinara, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;salpicao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lengua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thank you, Mimi, for making me feel 20 again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . . ).  At least, we had fresh green salad before the main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSKs1Gb1pI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xeGPFUuz6uU/s1600-h/101_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311022363349603986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSKs1Gb1pI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xeGPFUuz6uU/s400/101_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSEe4DQ30I/AAAAAAAAAZs/zdS8pOvbksw/s1600-h/102_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311015526553673538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSEe4DQ30I/AAAAAAAAAZs/zdS8pOvbksw/s400/102_1687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden girls of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Marbel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Cotabato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (now known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Koronadal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; City):  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Jojie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Malou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Mimi (who would think that this pretty lass  in charming  sun dress is actually a 50-year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;gastro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;enterologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?), the proud "coach", and Elsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time (3.5 hours to be exact) spent with these beautiful ladies was simply bliss.  Not only was I consoled that I'm not alone going through the physiological and psychological changes in my life, but opening up about this dreadful phase in a woman's life is actually liberating and therapeutic. And of course, we didn't just confine ourselves to this inevitable big "M" (you know what I'm talking about don't you?) but also shared and laughed about anything that popped out of our still active minds.  And  I meant anything:  from house construction to latest news (including sizzling showbiz tidbits), travel destinations, movies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;telenovelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, medical concerns and paranoia, family, yoga and my favorite topic--running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Paellas we proceeded to nearby Figaro where the four gorgeous ladies enjoyed their hot cups of cappuccino while I savored my glass of iced water.  The five of us shared 2 orders of cake (courtesy of Elsa--thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Elsz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!), one of which was oozing with rich creamy margarine (see photo below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSEhsLAA-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DdrTu8QnWrs/s1600-h/102_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311015574904505314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSEhsLAA-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DdrTu8QnWrs/s400/102_1688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Club Mimi!  Life indeed begins at 50.  I'm ecstatic that you started walking then hopefully jog and eventually run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dreaming to run with you (together with Elsa, Jojie and Malou) in future races!  Better go back to my training . . . as soon as I figure out how.  My only race this year was my first 10k run last Jan. 18 with the PSE Bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek and welcome any and all kinds of suggestions from you, my dear runner friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignite my passion once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-6281530086683597983?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/6281530086683597983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=6281530086683597983&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/6281530086683597983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/6281530086683597983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-club-mimi.html' title='Welcome to The Club, Mimi!'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SbSKs1Gb1pI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xeGPFUuz6uU/s72-c/101_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-8743202003088071245</id><published>2009-02-24T00:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:38:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Walk 2009: Stand Up For Down</title><content type='html'>Nine years ago, my heart was torn to zillion pieces when the Chromosomal Test confirmed that my daughter Elizabeth has Down Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; angry with God for choosing me to be the mother of a special child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worse, not only was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; born with Down Syndrome but she was also born with serious heart ailments (two holes, leakage in artery, enlarged ventricle) and other physical disorders commonly associated with this genetic accident that happens in 1 out of 800 births.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my desolation and pity for my child, I asked God to take away my daughter's life while she was still a baby to spare her of the "abnormal" life ahead of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, at first I cried a river just like everybody else who's confronted with the same predicament like mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried and cried until there's no more tear left to shed for my daughter's fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After one whole month of grieving myself to death, I had to move on and face the challenge of raising my child with Down Syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I still cry my heart out to God now, though no longer in desperation but in EXALTATION for giving me my daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still alive now because of my child with Down Syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gave me the strength to rise above the adversities that came into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been through a tumultuous 5-year marriage and seemingly endless battles with my only son who had to go through psychotherapy in 2004 to correct his ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At a tender age of two, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could already sense that I was deeply troubled, when I was struggling to keep my family together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would often hug me and pat me at the back saying--"Are you sad, Mama?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I would answer her that I was not sad, she would hold my face with her tiny hands, look into my eyes and ask again-- "Are you happy, Mama, not sad?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would just melt my heart and cast all my aches away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; would give me her sweetest smile, embrace me, and pat me at the back with her "It's okay, Mama, it's okay" expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Eia, I managed to survived the storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest gift that God ever gave me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing and no one moved my father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not his wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not even his only daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a child with Down Syndrome to soften my father's hardened heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my daughter's loving ways she patiently taught my unyielding father how to hug and kiss, how to say good morning and goodnight and most importantly, how to say "I LOVE YOU".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; changed our lives but let me pause for now. I'm just taking a short break from my leave of absence heh heh . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just end this with our pictures taken during the Happy Walk last Sunday, Feb. 22, 2009 in celebration of the Down Syndrome Consciousness Month. It was a joyous occasion participated by the Down Syndrome Assn. of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phils&lt;/span&gt;. Inc. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DSAPI&lt;/span&gt;) members, together with families, doctors, therapists, SPED teachers, and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306002831759959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK1doxE5cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Z41brhT-P4M/s400/P1010306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nanay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; before the Happy Walk started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004354803519634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK22Si9UJI/AAAAAAAAAZE/VoViFYNWly0/s400/P1010307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the assembly area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306004363373955906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK22yeTy0I/AAAAAAAAAZM/n6nKVfSKdKc/s400/P1010309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Happy Walk Proper: A short portion of J. Vargas St. then back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306005282479964034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK3sSaQf4I/AAAAAAAAAZU/RC7HbhbG46c/s400/P1010321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After walking under the scourging sun, we changed our shirts except for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nanay&lt;/span&gt;. (Lucky for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; brought 2 shirts so I borrowed one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006852492263906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK5HrKXAeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/S0DsHIymkCw/s400/P1010327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to SM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Megamall&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't be complete without visiting Toy Kingdom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306006862144366162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK5IPHmZlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/VM6oM-6xlW4/s400/P1010329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pose in front of the stage before finally going home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-8743202003088071245?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8743202003088071245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=8743202003088071245&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8743202003088071245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8743202003088071245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-walk-2009-stand-up-for-down.html' title='The Happy Walk 2009: Stand Up For Down'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SaK1doxE5cI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Z41brhT-P4M/s72-c/P1010306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-762267776808882877</id><published>2009-02-08T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:18:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Forget Me</title><content type='html'>I hate to say goodbye but due to the pressing demands of my overlapping roles, I need to take a break from blogging and running races. My Auntie Ella who's been helping me take care of my 3 kids (aged 84, 11 and 9) is still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cotabato&lt;/span&gt;. It takes more than a woman to be a father, a mother and an only daughter--all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you all . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be back as soon as I put everything in order again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hasta&lt;/span&gt; la vista, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; amigos y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amigas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-762267776808882877?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/762267776808882877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=762267776808882877&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/762267776808882877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/762267776808882877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-dont-forget-me.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Forget Me'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-6842730924568020444</id><published>2009-02-03T16:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:41:51.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Nurse A Broken Heart (And Toe)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that my tennis idol Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; broke into tears during the prizing ceremony of the Australian Open in Melbourne, even before he could make his opening statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of those who cannot relate to this heartbreaking incident, picture this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're watching your only son (or a person very close to you whom you love very much) in a final match, be it sports or academic competition. Your child had 19 chances to defeat his opponent yet in the end, he still lost. Sure, you feel sad but you try to hide it from your son and appear to be happy so as not to demoralize his ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the awarding ceremony came. The runner-up was called first to receive his prize and was expected to say a few words. Before your son could even speak, he cried on stage in front of the million spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel? What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you would have wanted to rush on stage, embrace your child with love and affection and assure him that it is alright 'coz he did his best, that he still have a chance to win next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spirit is completely crushed yet you cannot do anything to ease his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; not only lost to Rafael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nadal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also lost his chance to equal the record of the great Pete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sampras&lt;/span&gt;, the only player in the history of tennis who won 14 Grand Slams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298905745280768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SYl-s1W8m8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/mwsUzf3juGM/s400/0901_australianopen_pz_f_9_9482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Rog is devastated. So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need to run but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't 'coz my toe is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-6842730924568020444?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/6842730924568020444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=6842730924568020444&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/6842730924568020444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/6842730924568020444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-you-nurse-broken-heart-and-toe.html' title='How Do You Nurse A Broken Heart (And Toe)?'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SYl-s1W8m8I/AAAAAAAAAYM/mwsUzf3juGM/s72-c/0901_australianopen_pz_f_9_9482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-8715534621377837187</id><published>2009-01-27T22:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:16:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy (Ex-Anniversary) Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 25, 1997: &lt;/strong&gt;Dressed in my long, fully-beaded silver gown hugging my 35-25-35 figure, I happily walked down the aisle to tie the knot with the one person I thought I would be spending the rest of my life with. It was a joyous occasion witnessed by 250 guests, friends and relatives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jan. 25, 2009:&lt;/strong&gt; Clad in my Happy Run singlet and bright yellow shorts, I happily walked (and ran) with my 2 kids whom I would definitely spend the rest of my life with. It was a joyous occasion participated by 2,500 guests, friends and runners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's supposedly our 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary, had I remained the battered wife to my children's father. In order to regain my dignity as a human being, I chose to be single again. To run free and once more feel how it was to be fully alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I wanted to be truly happy. For my sake and for the sake of my two precious jewels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And joining Drew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arellano's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Happy Run was a fun way of celebrating my freedom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295824030739144786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6L5cEvIFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/d4aTdCNxR5k/s400/P1010149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the Fort when the crowd was singing "Happy Birthday" to Drew. I wanted to wish the runner friends good luck, especially Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who'll be running his first 15K ever so we proceeded to the entrance of the starting area. On our way there, we saw Bro J and Baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295824031884688626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6L5gV2vPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ByGv5D8JEAE/s400/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From where we're standing, I tried to look for familiar faces but just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to enter the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barricade&lt;/span&gt; but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt; stopped us. According to him, only the 15K runners were allowed to enter. The next batch would be the 5K runners. The 3K runners will be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . . I was upset. It's good that Drew and Bianca were on stage to entertain us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295806268385573250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX57viJouYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/DcSanIYJ_fI/s400/100_1495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827174886471698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6Owc73-BI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E7TvhAUHPx4/s400/P1010152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295824038890493698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6L56cK1wI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e9xz3Gle1OA/s400/P1010151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were right in front of the stage that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name was mentioned by Drew. He also welcomed and thanked Jaymie, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bullrunner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for participating in the Happy Run. I didn't look for Jaymie anymore '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was sure she would be inside the pen already. I knew that she'll be running 15K.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a short stretching workout led by a Fitness First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;instructress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It was actually my first time to stretch before a race. I always forget to stretch even after I run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the countdown began. First, the 15K runners followed by the 5K participants then Drew announced that we had 3 minutes to converge inside. We positioned ourselves somewhere in the middle. I prayed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't throw a tantrum and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would beat his 36:50 time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And God didn't only answer my prayer but gave me more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295807663308069042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX59AupE2LI/AAAAAAAAAXM/vwZCAUNWD1Q/s400/100_1505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed the race every step of the way! Of course once in a while she would complain of being tired but she never asked me to carry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295807662991304146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX59AtdjZdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dWKRcHQkpws/s400/100_1506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be enjoying himself too! More so when he received free samba (thanks, Rico!), doughnut, and apple. (His finish time was 35:21, slightly lower than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295807086493225554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX58fJ1s0lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/jibePg8VOio/s400/100_1504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Jenny saw Nanette &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Medved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she, too was extremely happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295807081103927490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX58e1wyqMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gvKx5gIpUZM/s400/100_1488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way back, I was prodding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to run because the finish line's already near. I was talking to her when somebody passed by and said "hi, golden girl". I'm very sorry but before I was able to acknowledge your greeting, you were gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I heard my name being called again. This time, it was Baby (Bro J's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;swthrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). She complained of pain and was struggling to go uphill. I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Jenny and accompanied her on her way up until the final right turn to the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon running back, I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Vimz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I ran ahead of her to catch her photo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295807076482801282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX58ekjB3oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/weTeQ2wIXHI/s400/100_1485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Jenny went ahead and ran with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I just walked until we reached the dragon, whom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feared very much. I told her we should run so the dragon won't catch us. Besides, the finish line was already in sight. With that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ran with all her might.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827182461769698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6Ow5J91-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/QTw4yf-ULZ4/s400/P1010157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nanay's&lt;/span&gt; driver for 30 years), also brought his own camera but couldn't catch us so our shot was taken from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The clock read 36:27 when we arrived at the finish line. Wow! That's almost 25 minutes off her first race at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This time, my daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; wasn't the last to finish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yehey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there was no certificate given to us. I asked Coach Rio who was on stage with Drew where I could get the certificate and he just pointed his finger towards his right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went to that direction and I was shocked to see different queues for different booths. When my head was about to spin, I heard somebody called my name again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295806279000712658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX57wJse5dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Ovq3vEkpVJ8/s400/100_1481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Baby, with Mae (blogger in my own views) and Manny (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;IceOne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827180534210290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6Owx-ZnvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Gn_OYSYsVfA/s400/P1010160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while I saw Anna, my cousin Jun and son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295806281545038002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX57wTLGOLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/MMTmJdZyZLg/s400/100_1507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disappeared with Jenny while Paulo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joined us in these photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SgHQgdEAFcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bnEBaTF_kaA/s1600-h/DSC_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SgHQgdEAFcI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bnEBaTF_kaA/s400/DSC_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332772689759180226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SgHQgcoMyqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5xwKTw-Oz5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SgHQgcoMyqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5xwKTw-Oz5Y/s400/DSC_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332772689642572450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295827187751031058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6OxM3BkRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mqe2KBC1nmA/s400/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved to stay longer but had to go home right away. My mother had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to settle some very important matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you in future races!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-8715534621377837187?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8715534621377837187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=8715534621377837187&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8715534621377837187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8715534621377837187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-happy-ex-anniversary-run.html' title='My Happy (Ex-Anniversary) Run'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SX6L5cEvIFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/d4aTdCNxR5k/s72-c/P1010149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-7682791587142694536</id><published>2009-01-20T20:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:27:10.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running My First 10K With The PSE Bulls</title><content type='html'>Every race is a whole new adventure. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bull Run last Jan. 18, 2009 is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock was set at 4:00 AM but to my dismay, Jenny (my official photographer friend) woke me up at 3:53 AM! How I longed to wring her neck for I wanted to maximize my sleep before the race. With my eyes still closed, I reluctantly proceeded to the bathroom and took a quick cold shower to awaken my lazy joints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trembling when I was putting on my running outfit, not because of the morning chill but because I was nervous to the bone. I couldn't believe that the time has finally come for me to run my first 10K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in May 2007 when I seriously decided to run, my only goal was to finish 5K on my &lt;strong&gt;50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't plan for anything beyond that. How could I? When, during the first few weeks of my training, I couldn't even walk for 500 m. without stopping to drink water and catch my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 14 months to be fully fit and ready to join a 5K race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I am, about to challenge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; if I already have the gall to finish 10K--six months after I ran my first 5K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to face this challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jolly hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pandesal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with heaps of cheese-- together with its life-long partner, the steaming hot chocolate topped with marshmallows--somehow eased my troubled nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the Fort @5:00 AM . We were searching for the parking space when I spotted Jay enjoying his morning run. There were already a number of runners claiming their race packets and singlets. I claimed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singlet then went in front of the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293208319585141970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVA7AsDxNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vazig_l0fjk/s400/100_1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still no runner friend in sight. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singlet I was holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, I crossed path with Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177923493720530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUlRubIcdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dI4FGXpVjfU/s400/100_1433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received the shocking news from Johnny that he'll be running 15K at the Happy Run this Sunday! Good luck, Johnny! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; came, followed by my guardian angels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179304611143026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUmiHfL3XI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_45eNVMM7IQ/s400/100_1434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the emcee announced that the 10K runners should now proceed to the starting area, we obediently obliged (I'm very sorry Anna for not waiting for you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I exchanged hugs and kisses with Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jovie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jay, and Bro J. but I only had a photo shoot with Jay (my official photographer was outside the pen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293209512365355410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVCAcJBcZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/OZ8Q8csguqk/s400/100_1422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race Proper:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the usual gun shot that signals the start of the race, the bell that signifies the opening of the stock market trading was used. I didn't hear the sound of the bell, though. Just the loud voice of the emcee shouting "Ready, Set, Go!" He instructed us to yell "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/strong&gt; and I was among those who did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant, the raging bulls rushed out to the open field. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I started slow, simply enjoying our first run together. We were taking our sweet time, for both of us just wanted to finish the 10K race without any injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi and Wilbert passed us by and we excitedly exchanged hellos and goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stopped at the first water station so I went ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the route was uphill and downhill. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! I was trained for this, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was about to feel lonely for not having anyone to talk with, runner friends started to appear at the other side on their way back: Jay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;, Bards. It was my first time to see Bards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Bards, for calling out my name. You seemed "normal" when I saw you. Your running form was so perfect it didn't show that you were running without your socks! It's a pity, though, that we didn't see each other after the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177916956570578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUlRWEjc9I/AAAAAAAAATs/EqMsBz9uoyQ/s400/100_1435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; taken by Jenny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Inggit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;walang&lt;/span&gt; picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ganito&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a steeper hill. I was almost tempted to walk but I remembered that I should take fast, smaller steps. Besides, I saw from afar a lady in peach whose weight was probably twice as mine and she wasn't even walking! But she stopped at the next water station so I had the satisfaction of running past her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I formally introduced myself to Master Mon of Happy Feet. He told me he was taking it slow because of injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed by Jesse, he asked me why I wasn't wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt; visor. I told him I was afraid to catch cold because it has no cover on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pleasant run with Tanya. She asked me how's Wayne doing, and I told her Wayne is fine and is planning to stay for 3 weeks during his vacation this year. I told her I missed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kapampangan&lt;/span&gt; feast that she served the Happy Feet runners before the New Balance Power Race. Hopefully next time, I could join the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a lady running with a bandaged leg. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Vimz&lt;/span&gt;! She assured me that she's fit to run 10K and I believed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no markers but I presumed that it was 5K at the turn around point. I looked at my stopwatch and it registered 38 minutes. I remembered my first 5K race where I also finished at 38 minutes. But that was then, when I was still a newbie. I ran the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;KOTR&lt;/span&gt; at 31:45. Surely, I could duplicate that. With this in mind, I slowly increased my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a man holding a flag that said 7 minutes per km. I learned that he's Rudy, a pacer from Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Striders&lt;/span&gt;. So that meant, my finish time would be 70 minutes if I didn't stray from him.&lt;br /&gt;Rudy is 65 years old, started running at age 35. He told me that he never change his pace. He always run at 7 minutes/km at every race that he joins. He runs because of the health benefits that he gets from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were about 1.5 km away from the finish line, we passed by Johnny and called him name twice but he didn't hear me. Probably because of the earphones he was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Rudy for keeping me company and when he told me that we would already be turning right to the finish line, I prepared myself to sprint. I visualized myself raising my hands in jubilation when I cross the finish line as Bong (of bongpagong) suggested. (For the record, he is the only person I know who has read all my blog posts. Thank you, Bong!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm very sorry our plan didn't materialize. When Rudy and I made the final turn, a long queue of runners prevented us to proceed any further. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left to do except drink my water, which Jenny gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293211512107947762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVD01wz1vI/AAAAAAAAAVE/FeZnB1YUk_8/s400/100_1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 7 minute pacer flag beside me? That was Rudy holding it but unfortunately, Jenny wasn't able to capture him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Johnny arrived and introduced me to a fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;laSallite&lt;/span&gt;, Joaquin (if I remembered right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293211517418264034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVD1Ji41eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/VQDrfvUsfmQ/s400/100_1397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the other side of the chute, there was Roselle congratulating me. I was happy to see her once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, other runner friends came to congratulate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179308068818402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUmiUXjzeI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Fga9BJHzAC4/s400/100_1439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you G. It was sweet of you to wait for me at the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293177911487449986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUlRBsnS4I/AAAAAAAAATk/UWfSa9xv4eE/s400/100_1398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;, who didn't experience what we went through '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; he arrived very much ahead of us. That is Rudy at the right side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;, holding the 7 minute pacer flag. And is that Bro J in the red shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293211523069857938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVD1emVUJI/AAAAAAAAAVU/FabGWTRaXCU/s400/100_1399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Johnny and Joaquin following the line of runners. We saw Dindo outside the finish chute and said "hi" to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting runner friends after the race was enough to make me very happy. When I ran my first 5k during the Manila Half Marathon Challenge, not one runner blogger was there to cheer for me. I am so blessed that this time, the runner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; whom I now consider as friends were there to support me. Thank you, thank you to everyone who congratulated me and lifted my spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293179313655362002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXUmipLfsdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0tgundFqhfE/s400/100_1438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Gigi and Wilbert (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; ha!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293209518968363682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVCA0vTWqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gq6Khnj80Rc/s400/100_1423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; (the lady behind the blog One Snap at a Time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293213677021546690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVFy2sbyMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oEUtoqe7iyA/s400/100_1436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Tanya and Cathy (of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Cathletic&lt;/span&gt;) whom I met for the first time. I'm not that short. Cathy just happen to be 5'7" tall. It was great meeting you Cathy! Thanks for introducing me to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373167216001682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXXW2Z9-gpI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Pz64Ga3tRMY/s400/100_1406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt;, Cathy, Chris and Anna. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt; told me that he didn't run. Dunno why. I finally met Anna after the race! Next time, please come early so we can run together. Thanks for helping me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt; registration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293213670001757506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVFyciyTUI/AAAAAAAAAVk/vWH1riKhNhk/s400/100_1409.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This time, Jay, Wilbert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; joined us in the picture. Isn't that Rico behind Anna? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293373170685456562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXXW2m5KMLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/atsbdBgtb-Y/s400/100_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and Roselle while registering for the Happy Run. Thank you, Roselle for inviting me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Chowking&lt;/span&gt;. I hope next time I can join you and the Happy Feet runners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293209523031976706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVCBD4JKwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/56tWLSWeK9s/s400/100_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Vimz&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;kulit&lt;/span&gt; but ever joyful runner. Good luck in your first 15k race this Sunday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293208329438935554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVA7lZYugI/AAAAAAAAAUk/kJ_6mTjzJVE/s400/100_1413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might as well have a photo with the finish line as background. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222502110139410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVN0ithFBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/s89xpzd9cdI/s400/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last photo with Jenny, my official photographer friend. She will be accompanying me and my 2 kids run/walk the 3K race at the Happy Run this Sunday. Hope to see you all there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care, everyone! Thank you for making my first 10K run truly memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our last shot, we made a quick stop at my friend's condo in Boni. And boy, oh boy--she served us a hearty breakfast that filled my stomach until dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Malou for the sumptuous longganisa from our native town Marbel, South Cotabato, your mom's original recipe ham, and the unlimited yummy garlic rice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend did not only satisfy us with a 5-star meal, but we also left her place with her christmas gifts that are sooh cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, my friend . . . (next time ulit ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302582822431441666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SZaO-5MdQwI/AAAAAAAAAYc/geYwsoZs-9k/s400/100_1424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-7682791587142694536?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/7682791587142694536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=7682791587142694536&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/7682791587142694536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/7682791587142694536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/01/running-my-first-10k-with-pse-bulls.html' title='Running My First 10K With The PSE Bulls'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SXVA7AsDxNI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vazig_l0fjk/s72-c/100_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-2468975905240606407</id><published>2009-01-13T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:05:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills Are Alive . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1:30:11&lt;/strong&gt;. This was the time in my stopwatch when I completed my first 10k of gruelling, roller coaster run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up at 8k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comtemplating&lt;/span&gt; that 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. of hills would suffice to overpower McKinley Hill at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt; Bull Run this coming Jan. 18 but an inner voice urged me to continue. Instead of going back to my previous route, I decided to change my scenery hoping that the new track would be flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. It was still uphill and even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately needed someone to talk with. I could feel the pain on my knees and my legs and there was no one to encourage me to go on (where art thou Anna?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was wearing my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; visor. It reminded me that I shouldn't be caught walking or somebody might tease me that I should be sporting a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lakad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; visor instead (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . .).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to focus on my surroundings to keep my mind off the pain that was starting to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a very young woman clad in short shorts and spaghetti shirt pushing a stroller with a baby inside while carrying another baby in her arms. A toddler was right beside her, holding on to her hands. For a while there I forgot my suffering. I asked her if the three children were all hers and she said yes. My calculating mind estimated that she could only be 21, and her children could be 1 month, 1 year, and 2 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't have a SPED class that morning, I may have interviewed the young mother for a few more minutes to verify if I was correct in my assumption.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experienced running uphill (and downhill) for 1.5 hours without taking one sip of water? I found this very strange '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I normally crave for water after only 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I also didn't feel hungry (well, THAT's even more strange). Now I know that 1 piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pandesal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with lots of cheese together with 1 cup of Swiss Miss chocolate topped with marshmallows will sustain me for the whole 10k hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I made my final turn, I passed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; store and I heard the grinning fresh bukos on top of the table talk to my stomach " come and get me. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;super delicious&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one temptation I couldn't resist. I didn't bother to stretch anymore . When I reached the car, I just drove right away and stopped in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; store. After sipping the juice, I asked the vendor to cut my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in half and asked for an improvised spoon out of its hard covering. This is my favorite way of eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The country style, not the modern version. Eating the meat straight from the shell using its own husk as spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was enjoying my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I realized I had to go home quick for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Eia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SPED class. I just ordered 1 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;buko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my dearest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tatay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What a fantastic way to end a straight 1:30:11 hill training run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McKinley Hill,&lt;/strong&gt; here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-2468975905240606407?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/2468975905240606407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=2468975905240606407&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/2468975905240606407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/2468975905240606407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/01/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills Are Alive . . .'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-8214088444889528540</id><published>2009-01-08T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:44:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Gain 10 Lbs. in 10 Days</title><content type='html'>1. Eat as much as you can of that special kind of salty-sweet bone-in Chinese Ham before it disappears in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;queso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; bola as fast as you can or you'll be sorry '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it will turn as hard as stone in a matter of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be the first to peel off the crispy skin of the delicious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lechon&lt;/span&gt; before the rest of the family and relatives rush to the feast table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't hesitate to eat the orange fats soaked in the sauce of your Pork &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adobo&lt;/span&gt; with Crabs (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pampango&lt;/span&gt; delicacy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink soft drinks instead of water (to some, drink beer instead of water/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soft drinks&lt;/span&gt;). It's Christmas! Let's drink and be merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't measure your intake of peanuts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pistachios&lt;/span&gt;. Recent studies show that they don't cause arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep 10-11 hours to combat the damaging effect of changes in weather and the demands of the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't run very early in the morning or you might catch cold brought about by the December chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't run late afternoon or you might catch cold brought about by the evening breeze or sudden downpour of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't feel guilty if you can't find time to exercise. Shopping for gifts for 10 days will suffice as exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering how I gained 10 lbs.???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I ran today . . . under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days to go before the PSE Bull Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I make it in time? (lose the 10 lbs. of lechon, queso de bola, crab fats, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I finish my first 10K race without the proper training and preparation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all at the PSE Bull Run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-8214088444889528540?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8214088444889528540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=8214088444889528540&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8214088444889528540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8214088444889528540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-gain-10-lbs-in-10-days.html' title='How To Gain 10 Lbs. in 10 Days'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-1264045858208041123</id><published>2009-01-01T13:53:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:33:09.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Fly Light in 2009!</title><content type='html'>Last Dec. 25,2008 while the Christian world was celebrating the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ, we were grieving the untimely demise of our family friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Bert Caudal. We brought him to his final rest last Sunday, Dec. 28,2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasions like this remind us that life is short. We should spend it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like birds, let's leave behind in 2008 what we don't need to carry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grudges&lt;br /&gt;bitterness&lt;br /&gt;resentments&lt;br /&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;pains&lt;br /&gt;fears&lt;br /&gt;regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's fly light in 2009 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the gift of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed 2009 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joyful and injury-free year for all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-1264045858208041123?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/1264045858208041123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=1264045858208041123&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/1264045858208041123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/1264045858208041123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-fly-light-in-2009.html' title='Let&apos;s Fly Light in 2009!'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-8597001359974931772</id><published>2008-12-17T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:40:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The UP ICTUS 5K Run: A Deserving Victory For My Youngest Recruit</title><content type='html'>Unlike in my previous posts, I will start my story with the much-anticipated conclusion. I am just too excited and elated I can't wait to announce that (drums roll please . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280315786861416162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUdzO1nDDuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fx3tXGPudu0/s400/UP+ICTUS2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lidasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the youngest son of my very dear friends Tho and Elsa, won 3rd place in the overall 5k category! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 15-year old boy may be a newbie in running races but in football and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where he is a veteran, he runs for 90 minutes as part of his rigorous training. He runs fast that he plays as winger in Claret's football team. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;, he was a member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NCR&lt;/span&gt; Team to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palarong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pambansa&lt;/span&gt;. All these because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is under the strict but caring supervision of two of the best coaches in the Philippines:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) Mr. Igor Mella--Claret School &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instructor and Natl. Tournaments Director of the Phil. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Taekwondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Assn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Mr. Bob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Salvacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Claret football coach, former Commissioner of the Phil. Football Assn., former National Team coach and former UP Varsity coach when UP grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UAAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; championship crown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is no wonder that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt; gives his mother a headache on how to take care of his 50 medals that he has won so far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I started running, I have been convincing Elsa to join me and she promised that if I ever run in UP, she will be there to support me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my cousin Jun registered me for the UP ICTUS Run, I immediately invited Elsa and her family to run with me and she responded that she and Tho will only walk but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will join the 5k race. Their eldest son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Seiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't be able to make it because of the pressing demands of the Engineering Week in UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me the day before the race, describing to me in detail the race map for she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already studied the actual route. It's easy for them to do this because they live inside UP where Tho is a University Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me who's literally stupid in reading maps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knew the route by heart. I'm just thankful and glad that there were enough marshals stationed at all strategic corners giving directions to 5k and 10k runners that it was totally impossible for one runner to get lost. Good job, Coach Rio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the venue before 5 AM last Sunday, Dec. 14, 2008 to have a chance to talk with Elsa before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tace&lt;/span&gt;. Because of our hectic schedules, Elsa and I haven't seen each other for more than a year now. If not for the UP ICTUS Run, 2009 will probably knock at our doors without us meeting even for once in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still a few runners and looking for familiar faces was easy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; were the first I saw and surprise of all surprises, the formidable Helen Castillo was also there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322966464423218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5wvty5TI/AAAAAAAAAR8/csik8Gx0um0/s400/100_1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my brief conversation with Helen, I learned that she's 53 and has been running for 5 years now. She told me that at the start, she was also slow but later on picked up the pace. She's at present a P.E. teacher in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Taguig&lt;/span&gt;. Congratulations Helen for winning in our age category!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw Philip and we excitedly called each other's names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324067404829346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd6w1CcUqI/AAAAAAAAASM/a76wt1axll4/s400/100_1146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, Philip, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; and Helen. Congratulations Philip for placing 3rd in the 10k Overall Category! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Soon after that Elsa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt; arrived at the scene. Tho was still sleeping because of the late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; party that he attended the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324076445146274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd6xWt0nKI/AAAAAAAAASc/WPx5EpffSN8/s400/100_1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Jenny (who's back as my official photographer for she's still not ready to run 5k), the mother &amp;amp; son Elsa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;. Notice that I wasn't wearing my race bib. It's with my cousin Jun who hasn't arrived yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Wilbert came wearing his Happy Feet shirt (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;inggit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324070541359602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd6xAuP-fI/AAAAAAAAASU/MhQ3p_Jmyx8/s400/100_1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Coach Rio announced that the 10k run would be starting in 3 minutes! I called up Jun and he told me they are already inside UP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after the departure of the 10k runners, Coach Rio announced that 5k runners should now proceed to the starting area. Everybody proceeded as directed except me '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was still waiting for Jun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the 5k participants started to run, Jenny and Elsa advised me to just go ahead without my race bib. I explained to the marshal that my race bib will just follow and he said it's okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great! I was among the first to arrive and yet I was the last to run. There goes my sub 30 goal . . . where art thou Jun???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My legs were stiff as stone, dunno if it's because of the cold breeze or because I didn't warm up or because I was stressed (maybe all of the above?). Worse, I forgot to start my stopwatch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember anymore where Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt; up with me and handed me my race bib. We have been taught in running books how to drink water in a cup without stopping but I haven't read anywhere how to pin your race bib while running without hurting yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, after a few trials I finally pinned my race bib. At least now, I'm no longer running as bandit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the time I found myself running alone. Then I encountered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt; running in the opposite direction. When Wilbert passed me by, just the sound of my name was music to my ears, enough to refuel my lost energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I saw the Finish Line from afar. I pushed myself to sprint but just couldn't. And why is it that the more I try to push, the finish line seemed to move farther? Strange, I thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322178166223186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5C3E28VI/AAAAAAAAARk/8CVCvNFl93A/s400/100_1085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how Jay does it? Jay always appear as a celebrity in his finish look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was 33:23 in the clock when I arrived at the finish line. I didn't grieve anymore but I wasn't happy either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But these running friends really made my day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280321037672231090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd4AeZ5sLI/AAAAAAAAARE/TLapgowPeN0/s400/100_1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jovie&lt;/span&gt; who won in the 50-above age bracket but I was surprised that Coach Rio didn't call anymore the names of the age category winners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322960983264594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5wbS_DVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fq_6na-cz9k/s400/100_1125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice of you, Bro. J and Baby to drop by and say Hi. We are joined by Jun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt; in this shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280315781126487714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUdzOgPu_qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZCVBEsuMhqw/s400/UP+ICTUS1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With my youngest recruit. Congratulations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Junji&lt;/span&gt;! You make us truly proud. Hope you continue joining races whenever you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280325949678011554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd8eZDVxKI/AAAAAAAAASk/dFZlxa7dI9Q/s400/100_1160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Team: Junji, Jun and Paolo (where's She' and Noel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322967138163698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5wyObW_I/AAAAAAAAASE/TTmLplDepqU/s400/100_1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoying my first bite of free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280321043611217186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd4A0h3bSI/AAAAAAAAARM/WE5b-GoZR7M/s400/100_1072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A happy moment with Coach Rio and my cousin Jun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322182605687570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5DHnTyxI/AAAAAAAAARs/P013gFakc5E/s400/100_1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; (One Snap at a Time) who approached me and asked if I was Nora! She had a badminton tournament the day before and was really puffed out but still managed to run 10k. Great to finally meet you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;! Hope to run 10k with you at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;PSE&lt;/span&gt; Bull Run come Jan. 18, 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280322170890932306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd5Cb-S0FI/AAAAAAAAARc/aNKUjuH8OX0/s400/100_1082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; came who introduced me to Rico (by Sheer Will). Nice meeting you with your new shorts Rico! Then Jay came and I introduced him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; and Rico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280321047175869058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd4BBzvsoI/AAAAAAAAARU/UPWaGh4sfJI/s400/100_1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When my cousin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Bembet&lt;/span&gt; (Paolo's mother) came to say goodbye, I invited her to pose with us. Hope next time, you'll be posing as runner not only as supporter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the very brief awarding of winners, we headed to Chocolate Kiss. Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Elsz&lt;/span&gt; for the very warm accommodation. Text me if you'll ever be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;--it's my turn!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280325971413405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUd8fqBdkLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/qx5eKPNp5b0/s400/100_1166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, I didn't win in my age category but it just feels good to be on stage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-8597001359974931772?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/8597001359974931772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=8597001359974931772&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8597001359974931772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/8597001359974931772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-ictus-5k-run-deserving-victory-for.html' title='The UP ICTUS 5K Run: A Deserving Victory For My Youngest Recruit'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SUdzO1nDDuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Fx3tXGPudu0/s72-c/UP+ICTUS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-3008640546013902682</id><published>2008-12-07T23:59:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T16:12:40.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yakult 3K Race:  A Struggle To The Finish</title><content type='html'>After spending 2 hours with Wayne (the SF Runner) and another 1 hour at the Nike Running Clinic Orientation, my son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; expressed his desire to run 3k at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Race today. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; overheard our conversation, she too wanted to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I was ecstatic that my children finally decided to join a race, I had fears that it would be a nightmare waking them up very early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out that I worried for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; miraculously rose from her deep slumber at exactly 4 o'clock this morning and had no qualms getting ready for her first 3k Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 30 minutes later and by 5AM, were were already out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Philamlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding the race venue was easy. One cannot miss the gigantic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bottle situated near the startling line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After meeting up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (she's not registered for this race but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will run the full 16k), we immediately began our picture taking while we still look fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277043523574196162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvTIC7qZ8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dgllDPjqU1g/s400/100_1022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, my friend Jenny won't be the official photographer. She will also join the 3k race as explicitly requested by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Romy, my mother's driver for 30 years and also my son's godfather, will be our official photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the chance to meet Doc Gigi but she seemed to be in a hurry so we didn't have any photo with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon hearing that the race was about to begin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go in already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everybody else wanted to have another photo shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277044375879294114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvT5qBCHKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/i1wlMHoheqU/s400/100_1029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more shots while waiting for our turn inside the assembly area:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277043522480139730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvTH-20bdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qX0mkQBhGVw/s400/100_1020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042217759308290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvR8CZIegI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4LEyX4QnbDY/s400/100_1019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042213814749954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvR7zsrSwI/AAAAAAAAAPs/79TXH28CB0g/s400/100_1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 milers were the first to go, followed by the 5k runners. There was only a handful of 3k participants left. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he had a good chance to win but it's OK even if he didn't finish first. He could just walk when he gets tired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; assured him that she will accompany him every step of the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the sound of the gun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; immediately disappeared from our sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; also ran very fast but complained of stomach ache soon after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't even reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Roxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Blvd. yet when she told me that she's tired already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't pressure her to run some more but Jenny and I just walked at her pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who could be thirsty by now. The water and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gatorade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were at my backpack so I ran and left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with Jenny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queenie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were already on their way back when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;catched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, Bro J's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;swthrt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; passed by and I was happy to see her in perfect running form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3k turnaround was very near so I decided to run ahead and got my straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went back, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to walk anymore. I had to carry her 30-lb weight up to the 3k turnaround. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She agreed to walk again but upon seeing Max's Restaurant, she demanded that we go there at once! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I explained to her that we had to go back first where we started, that was when the real trouble erupted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started to scream and cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was torn to pieces with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Eia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behavior, blaming myself for allowing such an ordeal to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, Romy showed up. He convinced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to ride on his back and thank God she did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277044389384382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvT6cU5Z0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/RvOrutuRhHw/s400/100_1032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277043536978674194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvTI03ighI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jaIiDmYv0k8/s400/100_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was back in her jolly mood again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My cousin's son Paolo passed by walking and I told him I could run with him but he told me he couldn't run anymore unless he drinks water. I gave him water and after drinking, I ran with him but only until the right turn to the finish line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I turned around, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was running the whole 16k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277044379073822658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvT516qv8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hN7xAEpr6XM/s400/100_1030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I went back for her.  She was sitting on the ground like a statue. Jenny and I had a hard time convincing her to walk again but she eventually rose and moved on. When we turned right towards the finish line, I thought she would be happy but she insisted to go directly to our car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time, a number of people were clapping their hands and prodding her to go on while the motorcycle escort was cruising just beside us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran towards the finish line to get a good shot at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Vimz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who took my "finish" look. Thanks a lot, Vimz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278167556549402514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/ST_RbYEeX5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/c34u31u9KfE/s400/DSC02986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I turned around, I was surprised to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; running with all her power and might! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277041148536373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvQ9zOhQtI/AAAAAAAAAPc/np-9h3xLtF8/s400/100_1010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost cried as I watched Eia sprinting her way to the finish line. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;In spite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the difficulty she went through, she made it. I knew then, this daughter of mine though born with Down Syndrome will battle every trial that comes her way. She was the last to finish, but in my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Eia&lt;/span&gt; is a true champion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Quennie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were there waiting for us. Thank you, thank you Que for staying with Gio every step of the way. She took this shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the finish line: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277041140383302402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvQ9U2rQwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OYx3E5z1Eaw/s400/100_1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I am so proud of you. I'm dreaming of more future races together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Que gave me my additional order of 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; visors, we said goodbye to each other. But I still need to see my cousin Jun to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;pasalubong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;sampaloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Thailand. While waiting for him, Que told me that Patrick Concepcion was approaching the finish line. I took this picture of him and tried to catch him but he disappeared in a flash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042209039976530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvR7h6SCFI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_mAVmLYZlSE/s400/100_1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, I met my cousin Jun with his new recruits. See you all at the UP ICTUS Run! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277041139080139330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvQ9P_-kkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vi1WypxDNKM/s400/100_1005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-3008640546013902682?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/3008640546013902682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=3008640546013902682&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3008640546013902682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/3008640546013902682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2008/12/glory-of-finishing-last-in-my-first.html' title='The Yakult 3K Race:  A Struggle To The Finish'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/STvTIC7qZ8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dgllDPjqU1g/s72-c/100_1022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-5820946830329984980</id><published>2008-11-25T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:11:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Almost) Everything Went Wrong in my First Animo Run</title><content type='html'>After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Run last Nov. 9, promised myself I won't dare face McKinley Hill unless I'm ready for it. And so, although I already registered for the UNICEF 5k Run, I opted to join the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ANIMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Run in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; described as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;balwarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before the race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jenny (my friend who always accompany me as my official photographer) suddenly couldn't sleep in the house because of her choir practice at Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She'll just meet me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents wouldn't let me leave the house early in the morning alone (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;noh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?) so I had to wait for my mother's driver to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We were already near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Zapote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I learned that my cellphone ran out of load! Oh, no! How am I supposed to get in touch with Que and Jenny? I told Romy we had to go back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I left my prepaid card in my wallet (which I didn't bring anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The original plan was to leave 5:00 AM and yet at 5:25 AM, we were only ascending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zapote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flyover! At this time, I could feel my bladder about to explode because of the unexpected turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My singlet was as usual, quite big in the upper portion but quite tight in the lower portion (size S and M won't fit my humongous hips so I was forced to swallow my pride and indignantly accepted size L). I left the house with a white shirt and placed my singlet beside me which I planned to wear over my shirt later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I decided to put on my singlet but when I grabbed it I noticed that it was wet '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the water in my jug spilled! How could things go wrong when everything was neatly planned? I know most runners don't wear the race singlet but in my case, I want to wear it! It gives me a sense of belonging and pride (also, it's easy to tell what race I joined when I look at the different pictures because of the singlet I'm wearing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Romy dropped me off in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; parking and proceeded to the registration booth where Que and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be waiting to give me my order of 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;takbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; visors (they ran out of stock so 20 first, 10 to follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272344301111415346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSshNTFNEjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TlOELqnjxN0/s400/100_0908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always refreshing to see the lovely couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Que. Seeing them sharing the same passion makes me believe that true love still exists in this age and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the baggage area to leave our things. There we saw Eric (who left right away so didn't have a photo with him) and Jerry, as shown below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328731428629346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsTDBfjq2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/42EWdKsZtzk/s400/100_0909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Hearing that the race was about to begin, we walked towards the assembly area. I was shocked to see a very long queue of runners trying to get in! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jinoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; explained it to me that it's because of the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bar coding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; system that the organizer was using. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; squeezed myself into the pack, praying to God that I won't get crushed in the process. The gun was already fired for the 10k race but there were lots of runners who were still outside. Screams and yells rained that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I stayed beside the barricade rope, hoping that Jenny will see me there. There stood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328712851254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsTB8SXbeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BBEBU6HBKhQ/s400/100_0907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the similarity between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;? They must love each other very much that they now look identical! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322355742699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNP6Nk8GI/AAAAAAAAANU/dcT00ojK8vs/s400/Animo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny called that she's already in Fitness First when it was announced that the race was about to begin. See my blue bag in the picture? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; volunteered to carry it for me during the race. Thank you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You're an angel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During the Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. There was no map given but I'm confident I won't get lost because as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;balwarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;MOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322363287901010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNQWUfk1I/AAAAAAAAANc/oi9KCyDzGKE/s400/Animo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. When I was given the straw at the first turnaround,I was surprised that it was only 7:30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. in my watch. I couldn't believe that I ran 2.5k already. I learned too late that it wasn't the 2.5k mark. We were already back where we started but the marshals told us to continue. At this point, I thought the U-turn would be at the end of the road. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322371018919202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNQzHtjSI/AAAAAAAAANk/sh5hpA9jyPE/s400/Animo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Again, I was frustrated that we still had to turn left and pass by the Church. There was a water station in front of the Church but I decided not to stop anymore. The 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hopefully the last) turnaround came and I was given the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; straw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322948482341394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNyaVuGhI/AAAAAAAAANs/UNGDRlWj_eQ/s400/Animo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in the middle of 2 male runners when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came flying past us. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sending me these race photos in my e-mail. (Next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Finally, I was back where we started. The marshals were instructing the 10k runners to continue running (they're gonna do it twice). I turned right and looked at the time and it read 36:45. I supposed it was the time for 10k runners who left 5 minutes ahead of us. I didn't break my PR. Next time, have to study the route and develop a plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Race:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I was feeling all sad for my race time but when I was handed my certificate together with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;commemorative&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt, my face lighted (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;babaw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;kaligayahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;noh&lt;/span&gt;?) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; must have noticed my exhaustion that she helped me with a cup of water. Thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;! You and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Vener&lt;/span&gt; were my guardian angels that day. Then came Jenny, my supposedly official photographer:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322950229144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNyg2MMsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ik3DCqlsJFM/s400/Animo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Immediately after drinking water I excused myself for I have been longing to go to the restroom (no portalet here) even before the race started. The security guarad pointed us to the nearest restroom but when we got there, the ladies' room was still closed! Jenny and I had to cross the street and use the one near the playground. When we got back, I was already wearing the new shirt that was handead to me at the finish line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. There was no runner blogger in sight. It seemed that the rest of us were at that time braving McKinley Hill. I lined up for biscuits and drinks while waiting for the program to begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after the exhibition of the DLSU Cheer Team, Vener reappeared and told me that our friends were gathered at the new takbo.ph tarpaulin (nice work, Jinoe!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272322959885495458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsNzE0cbKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iTRieQ1D-NA/s400/Animo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl power: With Que, Anna, and Christy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328717924396082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsTCPL5bDI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ASBD4ewM9iA/s400/100_0904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a close-up of Jinoe's "baby" (with matching takbo.ph visor pa yan ha).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Finally met Anna! She told me that only the first 50 finishers were given the commemorative shirt. And we both congratulated each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326486581048194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsRAWyL84I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Yt2nDHyjpM/s400/100_0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Then Taki arrived with the 2 OctobeRUN DVDs (for Ate Ella and me). Thank you so much Taki! Eric, Dennis and Jerry also joined the group (nice meeting you guys!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272451293702739922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSuChFizV9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/RP1qbzKY_OM/s400/100_0916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Then Anna introduced me and Jenny to the whole runaholic family. What a pleasant sight to behold--a father, mother and 3 kids bond together for the love of running. (Sayang we were so engrossed talking that we forgot to pose for a picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. When it started to drizzle, Jenny and I took cover at the Fit &amp;amp; Right tent right beside the stage. By this time, the awarding already began. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the emcee announced that there was no female runner aged 50 and above that joined the race. I saw Taki also inside the tent and he advised me to approach the race organizer. And I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first person I talked to wasn't even aware that there was a 50-above age category! The lady beside him informed him that there was such category in the registration form. She asked me if I only registered that morning, because late registrants were not yet 'registered'. She was surprised when she found out that I registered at DLSU Sports Complex last Nov. 18,2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She then got my name, contact numbers and my foot size 'coz according to her, they're giving away Havaianas for the age category winners. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. There were at least 10 runners who complained about their finishing time and I learned that the new bar coding system fouled up. According to Taki, the same problem occured last year. He was expecting that it would be better now. Taki was supposed to come in 3rd in the DLSU Alumni Category. I hope he already settled this issue with the race organizer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The awarding stopped because of the commotion. First time to stay to witness an awarding and it ended this way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326497506088290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSsRA_e61WI/AAAAAAAAAOU/xfI141cRip8/s400/100_0901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The organizers decided to give all the complainants medal and gift pack. I wonder if I could still claim my Havaianas . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-5820946830329984980?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/5820946830329984980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=5820946830329984980&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5820946830329984980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/5820946830329984980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-everything-went-wrong-in-my.html' title='(Almost) Everything Went Wrong in my First Animo Run'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSshNTFNEjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/TlOELqnjxN0/s72-c/100_0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-4257538147426234521</id><published>2008-11-21T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:35:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder of Sir Jovie, the Bald Runner</title><content type='html'>Every runner blogger knows Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jovie&lt;/span&gt; aka Bald Runner. Like Jaymie, this remarkable person is undeniably a celebrity in his own right. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to catch him in the four races that I ran this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Wayne, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SFrunner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Wayne at his hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Makati&lt;/span&gt; last Nov. 14, 2008 to attend the orientation of the Nike Running Clinic at Ultra. I did not register for this event knowing that it would be totally impossible for me to make it. Lucky for me though, my guardian angels found a way to make the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271014223294247970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZnglF8NCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TZy4mapCdXA/s400/100_0875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaotic traffic condition (caused by payday falling on a Friday) prevented us from reaching Ultra on the scheduled time of 7 PM. Thank God I brought one family size pizza with cheesy pops and a cooler filled with Diet Coke and mango juice which I hope Wayne enjoyed while we talked about running, races, and just about anything along the road. My son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; also joined the conversation, throwing questions at Wayne from time to time which the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SFrunner&lt;/span&gt; patiently answered with gentleness and all humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the venue very very late, and as soon as we entered Brent gym, I suddenly felt uncomfortable because of the heat that greeted us at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my uneasiness disappeared when I saw Sir Jovie grinning at Wayne and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to my preconceived expectations (you know, BR must be stern and quiet kind of guy), he was warm, gracious and surprisingly funny. Why, he even dropped a hilarious joke which really caused my tummy to explode! But due to existing moral restrictions of our society, I dare not divulge it in this blog . . . sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271014233908793682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZnhMopUVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Y_16AV7d4-c/s400/100_0873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sir Jovie, I enjoyed very much our lively chat, though very short. Thank you for helping me forget (temporarily) the pain of driving all the way from Las Pinas to Makati and then to Pasig. You are truly, truly a wonderful person. Your hair may be gone but your heart is overflowing with love and compassion for others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Gio and I walked across the gym to say hi to Jaymie and her group: the ever-thoughtful Jay together with JunC, Marga and Annie. We talked and laughed for a while and then I went nearer the speaker to learn a few tips about running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271014235409554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZnhSOdHFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/-JGTvsFVBVY/s400/100_0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's where I found Wilbert and Vimz who was so kind to accompany me to the ladies' room and showed me the beautiful oval track where they usually run. She also introduced me to the rest of the Happy Feet group whom I haven't met at the VSO (won't mention the names one by one anymore kasi baka masaktan yong nakalimutan kong pangalan . . . hirap talaga ng gurang!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271015629411080242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZoybSUWDI/AAAAAAAAANE/7LeHUJmIRHY/s400/100_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271015632669464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZoynbLVpI/AAAAAAAAANM/qaSE5Kp3njI/s400/100_0863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Wayne for being instrumental in my attendance at the Nike Running Clinic Orientation. Because of him, I was able to finally meet the Bald Runner and all of you wonderful guys! (now I know how and why Mark &amp;amp; Tiffin came to be) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-4257538147426234521?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/4257538147426234521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=4257538147426234521&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/4257538147426234521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/4257538147426234521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonder-of-sir-jovie-bald-runner.html' title='The Wonder of Sir Jovie, the Bald Runner'/><author><name>Nora, the golden girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00596274436405287487</uri><email>ndelr2003@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06085422320706906397'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSZnglF8NCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/TZy4mapCdXA/s72-c/100_0875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3405378483571860590.post-2430481300127261344</id><published>2008-11-13T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:42:22.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More VSO Photos From Bro. J and Vimz</title><content type='html'>Thank you soooh much, Bro. J and Vimz for these awesome pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268094549180880402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwIFLcZFhI/AAAAAAAAAME/Jp1KEmFe7Hc/s400/VSO5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Baby, Bro. J's sweetheart when we met before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268095710299767506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwJIw8tQtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OKD13xkefuE/s400/VSO6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While waiting for the countdown to begin the 5k Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268095729471122738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwJJ4Xg7TI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GN0Aq_sZd6I/s400/VSO8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after we stepped out of the starting area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268095722202044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwJJdSblrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/urfABqLF-UQ/s400/VSO7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no! We are going up! Will I make it back???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268094538331264706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwIEjBpFsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/A6DwU6DPqQw/s400/VSO2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank God I made it back!! Yehey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268094541577085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SRwIEvHgY_I/AAAAAAAAAL0/VxkRXQ4MCeI/s400/VSO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The evidence is clear: I finshed ahead of at least 3 members of the Team Navy heh heh . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again, Bro. J!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One last photo: Thanks, Vimz for sending me my very first shot with the Happy Feet gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269264210457923970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9Q1qMfCUSY/SSAv4bQGEYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tbQWc7TNK_I/s400/VSO10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3405378483571860590-2430481300127261344?l=norberta.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/feeds/2430481300127261344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3405378483571860590&amp;postID=2430481300127261344&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/2430481300127261344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3405378483571860590/posts/default/2430481300127261344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norberta.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-vso-photos-through-eyes-of-bro-js.html' title='More VSO Photos From Bro. 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