Two weeks before Bataan Death March 160 I was resigned to running the last 58 kilometers of the dark and
treacherous Mac Arthur highway alone.
Then like manna from heaven, God gave me Ken Alonte and his
partner of eight years Emmilie Cuizon.
My pacer Ken Alonte sent to me by the gods of ultramarathon running. |
Cebuano ultrarunner and adventure racer Ken Alonte is a
veteran of the 2011 edition of BDM 102.
He was registered to run BDM 160 this year with Emilie as his support
crew when an opportunity to travel Europe for a month came up. Ken and Emilie decided to divert their money
and logistics for the trip to Europe and selflessly volunteered as my pacer and support
crew instead. This, despite the fact
that prior to BDM, we did not even know each other and were not even friends,
yet.
As pacer, Ken had to make sure that we run the last 58 KM’s
at 9 minutes per kilometer. He was to be my eyes and ears, as I trekked Mac
Arthur highway groggy, sleepy and cranky after having run 102 KMs. Emilie on the other hand was to assist Eugene
who had been driving since KM 0.
I reached Km 102 in 16 hours 52 minutes - still an hour
ahead of schedule, still running strong, still wide awake. I had Jolly Spaghetti for dinner and lay on
Ken’s yoga mat for 15 minutes and stretched.
The race plan called for a 30-minute nap, but I decided to skip the
shuteye and take advantage of my lead.
As
Ken paced me through the 20KM road leading to Angeles
City I knew we were nowhere near 9 minutes per kilometer. We were
running at 7 minutes per kilometer! It was way too fast! When we
reached Angeles City, I asked Ken why
he wasn’t following our race plan. He
said “Kaya mo pa modagan ug kusog even after 102KM, it means kusgan pa
ka. Let’s take advantage of it. Let’s try to run strong, for as long
as we
can.” After that, I decided to put my
full faith and not question my pacer, who had full faith in me.
The best crew any runner could hope for - MAJ Eugene Cabusao, Ms. EmmilieCuizon and Mr. Ken Alonte |
When we reached Mabalacat,
we met Bro. Carlo Bacalla who had earlier decided to DNF at KM 118 after
he could no longer keep food and fluid down. Ken and I promised to finish the
race for him.
We forged ahead and ran two kilometers before taking minute-long
rests in between. Surprisingly, despite our fast clip, I had no cramps and felt
no tightness in the quads and hams. During breaks Emillie fed me , helped me find a clean restroom for the number 2, stretched me and even thoughtfully remembered to put balm on my dry lips to keep them from bleeding. I had the best crew any runner could hope for. Eugene, Ken and Emmilie knew exactly what I needed, even before I knew I needed it.
Fatigue finally set in when reached Bamban town and our pace slowed. It was already light when we reached the Capas-Concepcion junction which
signaled the final 16-kilometers to the finish line. “Pang ilan ako na babae?”, we asked Baldrunner’s marshall stationed near
Mc Donald’s Capas. “Ikaw pa lang ma’am!” I was aghast.
What? That cannot be. I knew Keisha Fule and Kelly Lim were both ahead
of me. But this bit of wrong information
fired us up as we entered the rolling and undulating road towards the Capas,
National Shrine. At 10K to go before the
finishline, we were met by Ungo runner Jinky Yray who was there to cheer on
runners informed us that the first female – Keisha Fule crossed the finish line
in 23:56:31 and that I was now second after Kelly Lim DNF’ed.
It
was so close. I
cannot pass out now nor get run over by the speeding tricycles. To
guard my second place position, I tasked
Eugene and Emilie to trace the road behind us and look for the third
female
runner. Was she behind us? Yes, 6 KM behind. Was she still strong?
She’s suffering just like you are. “Just keep running slow and steady.
Don’t drop the ball now, no time for crying,
it will sap your energy.” Eugene would
tell me. Then I told Eugene. “We’ve been on this same road the year
before, but today we’ve turned ourselves from zero to hero.” For the
first time after 28 hours on the
road, I took off my shirt and changed into my club colors which proudly
proclaimed – “Cebu Ultrarunners Club”.
As Ken and I entered the Capas National Shrine for the
victory lap I was choking in my own tears as images of my yearlong sacrifice, self
denial, discipline and obsessive training through heat, rain and sleep
deprivation came rushing through my head.
Consummatum est at 28:42:56! I was second female, but I definitely felt like a champion. The third female, Emma Alvarez finished in 29:30:42.
Consummatum est at 28:42:56! I was second female, but I definitely felt like a champion. The third female, Emma Alvarez finished in 29:30:42.
Two days after BDM 160 I resumed life as I knew it before training
for BDM 160. Went back to writing
reports at the Court of Appeals and resumed anchor duties for TV Patrol Central
Visayas. On my first day of airing after
a 4-month hiatus, my co-anchor Leo Lastimosa asked me this: “How could you postpone life in order to give
time for an abstract passion like running BDM 160?”
BDM 160 Finishline @ Capas National Shrine with Race Director retired Army MGEN Jovenal Narcise |
It’s hard to explain the reward of running 100 miles, but it’s
like this. It is a fact every
runner knows – the miles you run are one of the very few things in life you
truly earn on your own merit. No one
else can give it to you.
While
the pursuit of this hundred-mile journey was obsessive
at times and cost me a small fortune, I’d like to think I’ve succeeded
in
showing that women can be anything they want to be. I did not postpone
life, I’ve enriched my life. I’m no longer just daughter, wife, lawyer,
journalist, soon-to-be-mother, I am also 100-mile road warrior who’s
earned one
of only 88 BDM silver buckles in the country.
In the end my message is simple.
If an average like me can do it, so can you.