Frodo joined me in my mid-week 4km jog at the Marikina Sports Oval last night. He’s been asking me to jog with him since Monday to shake off those unwanted pounds. I told him, “you’re freaking crazy, it’s a Monday! I’ll see you Wednesday instead”.
We did 4.8 kms in 20 minutes, which is not bad since our aim is to participate in the upcoming 10km events this November and December. We were only warming up. We plan to gradually increase the speed and the distance. Oh yes, before I forget, we still have to wake up at the crack of dawn four times a week for dragon boat training!
Ours doesn’t even begin to compare with Eugene’s, another rowing teammate, who’s making his debut participation in an arduous triathlon in Subic this December. Get this, he’s preparing for the 3 km swim and the 20k run!
Doc will do the 80 km bike. The swim part I think I can do, but the 20km run is already a half-marathon. Also, the bike distance is equivalent to going to Malaybalay in Bukidnon from Cagayan de Oro City, which is like two hours by bus! I’m not psyched up to participate in those events, yet; maybe in a few years. Will have to plan ahead and come up with a mini-program to follow.
Doc has been eating like a hog in preparation for the event. And it shows, his cheeks bloats and I didn’t spare him any mercy. “Wow, only a few weeks, yeah?” I was deliberately vague while looking intently at his face. “What are you talking about?” He didn’t get my point, of course. I touched both sides of my cheeks and pointed to his, and we laughed our brains off. Apparently, he is no less vain than I am. He took my jibe seriously and he told me he’s been skipping breakfast and limiting his rice intake to a half-cup.
Anyway, during dinner at a Thai restaurant after the jog, (yes we promptly put back the pounds and the calories we just burned) Frodo recounted how he once participated in a male beauty pageant back in his college days in Quezon. He didn’t really want to, but seeing no one among his peers was good looking enough to represent their batch, he realized he didn’t really have any choice: good looks bear great responsibilities, 'ika nga.
And so he posed and sashayed around the stage, to the right, to the left, half-quarter turn and one step backward please, wore an Igorot native costume, donned skimpy trunks, swallowed fire, acted out a male version of Sisa (he won the talent award) and got himself a year’s supply of deodorant for getting the sponsor to like him. He faltered in the interview portion and ended up third over-all. I asked him, remembering my high school days, “nobody sliced the head off some poor broiler chicken with his teeth?”
You ask, so what is the whole point of all these? Nothing, I’m just rambling. You’re sooo serious.
We did 4.8 kms in 20 minutes, which is not bad since our aim is to participate in the upcoming 10km events this November and December. We were only warming up. We plan to gradually increase the speed and the distance. Oh yes, before I forget, we still have to wake up at the crack of dawn four times a week for dragon boat training!
Ours doesn’t even begin to compare with Eugene’s, another rowing teammate, who’s making his debut participation in an arduous triathlon in Subic this December. Get this, he’s preparing for the 3 km swim and the 20k run!
Doc will do the 80 km bike. The swim part I think I can do, but the 20km run is already a half-marathon. Also, the bike distance is equivalent to going to Malaybalay in Bukidnon from Cagayan de Oro City, which is like two hours by bus! I’m not psyched up to participate in those events, yet; maybe in a few years. Will have to plan ahead and come up with a mini-program to follow.
Doc has been eating like a hog in preparation for the event. And it shows, his cheeks bloats and I didn’t spare him any mercy. “Wow, only a few weeks, yeah?” I was deliberately vague while looking intently at his face. “What are you talking about?” He didn’t get my point, of course. I touched both sides of my cheeks and pointed to his, and we laughed our brains off. Apparently, he is no less vain than I am. He took my jibe seriously and he told me he’s been skipping breakfast and limiting his rice intake to a half-cup.
Anyway, during dinner at a Thai restaurant after the jog, (yes we promptly put back the pounds and the calories we just burned) Frodo recounted how he once participated in a male beauty pageant back in his college days in Quezon. He didn’t really want to, but seeing no one among his peers was good looking enough to represent their batch, he realized he didn’t really have any choice: good looks bear great responsibilities, 'ika nga.
And so he posed and sashayed around the stage, to the right, to the left, half-quarter turn and one step backward please, wore an Igorot native costume, donned skimpy trunks, swallowed fire, acted out a male version of Sisa (he won the talent award) and got himself a year’s supply of deodorant for getting the sponsor to like him. He faltered in the interview portion and ended up third over-all. I asked him, remembering my high school days, “nobody sliced the head off some poor broiler chicken with his teeth?”
You ask, so what is the whole point of all these? Nothing, I’m just rambling. You’re sooo serious.
1 comment:
seems like everybody's aiming to be an all-around athlete, eh? kainggit naman. next aim should be a full marathon next year... the milo marathon in july, perhaps?
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