Archive for September, 2007

More Sales – Part 2

September 7, 2007

Remember I told you about these sales popping up all over the Metro.  Well, here’s more…

ADIDAS

End of Season Sale Sept. 1 to 30, 2007

Adidas Sale

NEW BALANCE

I dropped by New Balance, Festival Mall branch yesterday and discovered that they were on sale too. Shoe prices have dropped by 50% with pairs costing a mere P1,500+.  For NB fans, go go go!

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Prayers for Ariel

September 6, 2007

It is with great sadness that I share the news of 2nd Lt. Ariel M. Toledo’s passing last night at 6:20 p.m. Lt. Toledo was from the Philippine Airforce, Phil. Military Academy Class of 2006 – MANDALA’s Magna Cum Laude and Valedictorian, 27 years old. He had been orphaned and diagnosed later in life with Cancer of the Bile Duct. His story was featured in ABS-CBN’s “Maalala Mo Kaya.”

I never met Lt. Toledo nor had I heard of him until I learned of the run, Takbo Para Kay Ariel, organized by his friends and family to raise funds for his support. For people around him to rise up and campaign for him this way, one is certain he was a good man who deserved all the love and concern.

According to Anne Marie Carillo, his wake will be at the Villamor Airbase before they bring it to Ilocos. They will still pursue their fund raising activities. The proceeds will go to the bills accounted and to the Mandala class as well. Should you wish to help, you may email Anne at galfwendz_annie@yahoo.com.

My condolences to Lt. Toledo’s family and friends. He will be in our prayers.

When Life Gets In The Way

September 4, 2007

How can one find the time to run when you are neck-deep in life’s oh so many demands such as: over a hundred pages to layout, a press kit to finalize, an upcoming workshop to give, a 2 year-old requiring “comprehensive rehabilitation” of her milk teeth, a 6 year-old who’s preparing for a little performance at school, two PTA meetings, three birthdays gifts to purchase, and so so many more?

Uhm…one tries to wake up earlier to squeeze in a quick workout.

And, when one fails at that attempt (i.e., one wakes up 15 minutes before alarm clock rings only to reset it to the usual waking hour), the only recourse would be to abandon—albeit temporarily—all of these demands and run without thinking. Run as quick and hard as you possibly can with the goal of getting a quality workout at the least possible time.

That’s what I’m about to do. Just wanted to let you in on my busy, busy life right now. Wish me a good run. I’m off.

Pooped…and Loving It!

September 1, 2007

I am pooped.

Annie, Mary Anne, and I ran an estimated 18k for 1 1/2 hours at Alabang early this morning. That’s the farthest I’ve gone ever. Close to the end of the run, my big toe started hurting (I cringed at the thought of another dead toenail), my calves felt sore, and I was slightly exhausted…but, boy oh boy, did it feel awesome.

Now I know what Rick, my new blogger friend, meant when he wrote “My legs stiffened up quickly after I stopped running, a good sign that they got a good workout. Just an overall pain and stiffness from hard effort, nothing indicating injury.”

I read Rick’s blog just last night and thought little of the post, but after this morning’s run, I completely got it (as I’m sure all of you other running masochists do!) Eureka, I thought!

Last summer, when I had started building up to a 10k, each training day challenged my body to its fullest. I would arrive home feeling like a truck ran over me yet my mind would be racing with excitement over the next run. Nowadays, I’ve been religiously running at an easy to medium intensity 4x a week but I knew something was missing. On good days, I would run 10k nonchalantly. On bad days, I wouldn’t wake up for a scheduled run and force myself to make up for it later on the treadmill. Either way I’d end the run feeling like I didn’t even workout at all.  Yup, I was still running but I felt like my body was bored.

Now I know the reason: it wasn’t challenging for me anymore!

So, today I declare that, every Saturday henceforth, my runs shall be long, intense, heart-wrenching, leg-numbing, belly-shrinking, toenail-blackening workout days. I shall challenge myself to run longer every other week (as best friend Jeff Galloway advised) and welcome, if not conquer, sore muscles and aching feet. I shall focus more on my time, not my speed nor my distance.  And, I should arrive home saying only these five words: “I’m pooped…but I’m happy.”

Bring on the pain, brother!