PBA (Post-Basketball Affair) Run

The sight of their towering physiques belies the claim that ours is a race of midgets.  They are literally larger than life. For a self confessed basketball fanatic, meeting the personalities who captured your childhood imagination with their athletic wizardry is an experience worth reminiscing, a moment worth writing (or in this age of new media, worth blogging) about.

The morning sky of July is painted in elegant darkness where the stars are about to give way to the dawning of a new day, but it appears to me the astronomical stars are giving way to the hoop stars, they who earn astronomical wages.

The event is supposed to raise funding for our cancer stricken brethrens, but the opportunity to meet up close and personal the legends of Asia’s first play for pay league is more than worth the registration fees.

4-time MVP Alvin Patrimonio

Long before the invasion of Fil-foreigners in our local shores, the exploits of the Captain and the Skywalker captivated hoop fans and their legends were documented in the sports headlines.  To say I was starstrucked is an understatement. I was in awe that I almost forgot I’m supposed to participate in this run for a cause (thus the title of the event).

This run was notable for a couple of things;  one, this was the first time I ran on MOA grounds (which eventually became a regular venue of similar events, along with BGC); two, this was the first time I ran with my two recruits, one of them eventually became more active in running events than I have ever been.

Armed with the previous experience of a 3k run, my confidence was soaring at that moment, as high as the pro baller’s heights. The gun start signaled the 2^nd long distance event of my so-called running career.

20 minutes into the race, I was huffing and puffing while I thought to myself, “this couldn’t be 3 kilometers!” I have no, until now, sophisticated gadget runners often use to measure their heartbeat or distance covered so I have no way of accurately proving whether or not the distance I covered was in fact 3kilometers. Nonetheless, seeing the Giants of Philippine sports –literally and figuratively – struggling and plodding their way to finish offered some relief; here I am, a nobody running along with the best practitioners of the sport where endurance is a vital component to compete effectively sharing the pain and struggle on the way to the finish line.

The official time is 25 minutes and 22 seconds, way too slower than the previous run. The rule of thumb in this sport is to constantly challenge and beat yourself… or your previous time. And I was badly beaten.

The finish line marked another conclusion in a chapter  of my running saga but it seems there’s always a new twist to surprise me.  The organizer handed out medals for finishing the race.  I understand the rationale behind the bestowal of finisher’s medal to Half Mary, full Marathon and ultra finishers; because it takes real  zeal to train  and tolerance to pain to finish those events. But a 3K run?

I admit it was a dream of mine -- nay, an obsession -- to play pro hoops, but I am realistic enough that my Intercolor Tournament and Summer League MVP awards I proudly won in my youth do not merit inclusion to a UAAP varsity team.  Every passionate baller dreams of one day scoring an in your face slam jam over their childhood idol or breaking the ankle of a legendary player with his crossover.  So I long bade adios to my ambition to play pro ball, but upon seeing the medal engraved with the iconic tricolor logo of Asia’s first pro league, it dawned on me that I accomplished a two-birds-hit with- one-stone kind of achievement; first, I’ve never and probably will never set foot in the PBA but at least I have a sporting accomplishment sanctioned by the league where I was rewarded however small it may be or however mediocre my accomplishment was; second,  I had my very first ever medal since the sudden conclusion of my brief sprint career. I earned extra confidence booster when I won a Smart Pilipinas T-shirt given by the race organizers for the top 50 finishers. 

Although it’s not for a podium finish, 31^st among 354 participants, I found the answer in the words of marathoner John Bingham to the question I posed earlier why we were rewarded: "The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start”.