My oh my, Typhoon Gener’s wind and rains really battered us. Just look at this photo taken only this morning. Yikes!!
Reminds me of those bad times with Typhoons Milenyo (Sept 2006) and Ondoy (Sept 2009).
There’s another typhoon that I remember. Falcon, June 2011. It was also big, ugly and destructive.
Yet out of that ugliness came a good thing: I became a runner.
Huh? Let me tell you how.
In April 2011, just because I saw how fun it was to join an organized run, I had the gall to sign up for a 10km run six weeks out.
I figured that six weeks was enough time to train, never mind that the last time I ran was probably thirty years ago! I was banking on the fact that I could survive a whole hour of hip-hop dancing at the gym.
Despite that gungho attitude, I procrastinated — la di da di da…
Eleven days before the MIM, I finally started training. I was surprised that I could only cough out 3.3kms on the gym treadmill! Walking, much more, running required a different kind of fitness.
One week out, I went to UP Diliman for my first ever walk-run outside the gym. Yucks! Procrastination to the max!
Hubby didn’t want me to join the MIM anymore. He was worried that I was so ill-prepared. “Positive thinking alone is not enough”, he said.
Deep inside, I knew he was right but felt that it was too late to back out.
Two days before the MIM, Falcon arrived. The metro was wet and flooded.
No choice. The MIM was cancelled.
That gave me another four weeks to train before the next race.
On July 24, 2011, when I ran my first race, I was stronger and more prepared. I had a great first time experience.
If the MIM pushed through, I would have had pain and disappointment. Most probably, too discouraged to ever want to run again.
In this light, I thank God for Falcon. It did a good thing to me.