How are you, everyone?
This post is about my 10-mile run story in Bangkok. 10 miles or equivalent to 16 kilometers. Aha.
If you haven’t known, I have already participated in a few fun runs and mini-marathons before but 10 miles is my longest run ever to date. My interest in running started when I joined a 5K fun run which at that time seemed impossible to achieve. At that time, I felt that finishing 5K was like this hazy thing hidden under thick clouds. Now, if I think about it, 5K is just like a walk in the park or like a warm-up. Ha!
I am not bragging or anything. I’m just telling you how I feel about it now because it’s true. It actually made me realize how I changed as a runner in a span of years. This is also me saying, based on experience, that the distance you think is impossible now will not remain unreachable in time. As long as one train hard and believe in himself/herself, then, you’ll get there without a doubt.
Why did I want to run 10 miles?
On a post I wrote not long ago about my goal of running a half marathon or full marathon at least once in my life, running 10 miles would be like my pre-half marathon training. That was why I registered for the Supersports International Series in Bangkok.
I had at least three months of training but it was only until two weeks prior the run that I really became serious about it. One factor was due to my busy schedule. I didn’t have many free time to include training on my daily schedule. I always had part-time jobs after work and when I get home, I only craved rest or sleep.
Despite my failings in the early weeks, I did try my hardest the remainder of the weeks before my run. I gradually stretched my mileage from 5 to 6 to 7 until I was able to run 8 miles.
It was indeed hard work but because I loved it, I didn’t mind. There are many reasons why I like running. One of them is the fact that it’s my “me” time. It’s a time I don’t have to think about other things if I don’t want to. My best company is myself and my mind. It’s during my runs that I get to think through my plans or assess my life.
Collection of Race Kit
Two days prior to the run, I went to Central World to claim my kit. The process was seamless and everything was organized. I needed to get my running number first then sign a waiver. I can’t really remember all that was written in the waiver but I’m sure to guess that it said, if anything happens to me during the run, the organizers will not be held liable.
Let me also share something that happened on that day. Because Central World is this huge shopping mall located in the center of Bangkok and the fact that I have this nonexistent skills with directions, I ended up getting lost inside. I was walking in circles and was about to ask someone when I heard a Thai couple talking about the run. I approached them and asked them where they were going. They also didn’t know where the venue was but because they’re Thai, they asked someone from the mall who eventually pointed us in the right direction. We found the right place and I got my race kit. In the end, I thanked the couple for letting me follow them around.
On the Day of the Run
The run started at 4.45 am for us running 10 miles. It was very “early” for me. I think I only slept three hours the night before. We booked a taxi through an app because the Sky train was still closed until 5.00 am.
When I arrived at the venue which was outside the Central World mall, I saw participants already stretching and warming up. Since I had about 15 minutes before the run started, I did my stretching too.
My emotions that day was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. I was worried that bad things would happen to me during the run. Like maybe I would get injured or extremely exhausted that I couldn’t finish the run. I mean, there is nothing wrong with that. If these happen, it’s totally normal to stop and not finish it.
I was excited because it was a new challenge for myself that I could either make or break at that moment. Although I was pretty confident that I will make it, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling nervous. Seeing different people from all over the world, either young or old, inspired me. There were people from different walks of life but on that day, we had the same goal. And, that was to finish the run, either 5 miles or 10 miles.
Then, we started running.
In my mind, I wasn’t concerned if I run, jog or walk. My goal was just to be a finisher of a 10-mile run. =)
It felt amazing to be running on the usually busy streets of Bangkok. Because Bangkok is this big urban city, there were spots en route where it smelled really bad or the dust was so thick, I had to cover my nose. Otherwise, I would inhale everything and suffocate my lungs with it. Other than that, I had no other concerns. Most times, I thought that I was blessed to be doing what I want because some other people just couldn’t, either due to health issues or physical limitations. Indeed, I was grateful.
After passing the six-mile mark, I started feeling tired. My legs started hurting and I kept on checking the time. I was looking forward to seeing the signage that I reached 7 or 8 or 9 miles.
By the time I reached the finish line, the sun had risen. Other than my tired self, I also saw other runners slowing down, obviously exhausted too. After crossing the finish line, to be given that medal was priceless. I was relieved and ecstatic because I finally did it. That day was the culmination of my hard work and my mental and physical preparations.
Really, it was an epic experience. It is a new milestone for me, to be able to run 10 miles over an hour or so. That means, if there will be a zombie apocalypse, I could run away from them 10 miles away without stopping or resting for a long time. It gives me hope to know that I will not be their first victim. Ha! =)
The Day After the Run
I just want to add this part so for those who are new to running would understand. The day after my run was really bad. Bad in a way because my thighs, legs and feet hurt so much when I moved. They were very sore. Not moving was my remedy so I laid in bed for hours and not dared to walk especially on stairs. Oh, stairs! My apartment is on the fifth floor and the only way to reach it is through the stairs. I mean, I am a pro-stairs person because I know they are good for us but I hated them on those days after my run.
Update: It’s almost a month now but my right foot hasn’t fully recovered. There’s a spot that when I put my full weight on it hurts. It’s not as painful as before so I think that it’s still healing. I’m trying some foot stretches on it hoping it’ll help. With this said, I don’t think I will be running again soon. I will wait until it’s completely healed before training again.