So there I was. I got myself a SportBand and was able to register for the Nike Human Race 10K event. I was so happy and was about to head home so I can sleep early. It then occurred to me that the Nike+ SportBand comes with a sensor which you are supposed to put inside a special slot inside your shoe. In other words, it works best with a pair of Nike Plus running shoes. You can also just buy the switchpod accessory (Php800) at any iStudio store which allows you to attach the sensor to your shoe lace. I really would have opted for this cheaper solution but the iStudio store in Bonifacio High Street only got pink switchpods left. (Velcro was another cheap alternative but the people over at the Nike store kept on telling me that the SportBand may not work as accurate as it should.)

I needed a new pair of rubber shoes anyway so I ended up buying myself a new pair of Nike Plus running shoes. I was with my wife at the time. And since she always have to buy something whenever I buy something, we got her a new pair of Nike Plus shoes as well. She also had me buy a Nike Armband for my cellphone so that during the race, she can call to check on me making sure I’m not flirting with other runners.

It was kinda hard to sleep that night realizing that you’ve spent over 12thou in a day. Maybe I should have just played volleyball for only P60 or went to the Eraserheads Reunion Concert together with some blogger friends for free.

Completing my first 10K run

I joined the Nike Human Race 10K event because I thought it would be fun but I was not expecting for me to finish the race at all. I was targeting for at least 5-kilometers of medium paced running before I start getting cramps and would have to withdraw by then. The race started at exactly 6am at the McKinley Hill in Bonifacio High Street. It was a pleasant morning. Weather was great. The race venue was simply breathtaking. Here’s the Human Race 10K route which to me really seemed agonizing as I picture myself running the route. In fact, I got cramps just by looking at it.

At the 2-kilometer mark, I had to take my first pit stop and walked for several minutes to rest my already aching legs. After 4 kilometers, I was beginning to lose my mind. Imaginary friends were starting to appear and talk to me (or were those the race marshals?). You could feel the heat eating you up from your feet and through your legs each time you make a stride. At the half way mark, I was ready to die.

But surprisingly, I somehow felt rejuvenated and found myself still running. There was still some energy left in those hairy legs of mine it seemed. At that time, I thought there was just enough juice in me to finish the race. By the time I reached the 7-kilometer mark, that was when my legs got heavy again. I was not anymore resting at certain intervals as I planned it out. I was practically resting whenever there was shade. Kilometers 8 to 9 proved to be the hardest and most excruciating.

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