The North Face 22k 2012 event (Baguio-Benguet Philippines) is a 13.8 km trail run
along the eco trail and horse trail in Camp John Hay in Baguio. About 800
runners took part in four scheduled events completed
on 22nd April: '100', '50', '22', and '11' km.
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The event registration closed weeks before race day. I emailed, texted and rang people to be placed on a wait list but apparently the task of Sisyphus is easier to do than to register for this TNF event. Undeterred I fronted up very early to the venue hoping to be a chance runner in lieu of no-shows. The secretariat duly informed me that runners have all been encoded - whatever that means, and that there's no chance of official participation by me even if other runners did not show up. That did not seem like a 'no' to unofficial entry, so I joined the runners at the start line as a 'gatecrasher' or 'guest runner' (uninvited guest runner to be precise). Perhaps I misplaced my race kit. Not that it mattered. I may have come all the way from Chonglian just to run, but I did not consider myself a guest runner. I reside in this town too. Anyway no one took any notice of me. I was one amongst a few who were not wearing the black race tee-shirt for this first ever TNF in Baguio.
Click here for the 2014 TNF.
The event registration closed weeks before race day. I emailed, texted and rang people to be placed on a wait list but apparently the task of Sisyphus is easier to do than to register for this TNF event. Undeterred I fronted up very early to the venue hoping to be a chance runner in lieu of no-shows. The secretariat duly informed me that runners have all been encoded - whatever that means, and that there's no chance of official participation by me even if other runners did not show up. That did not seem like a 'no' to unofficial entry, so I joined the runners at the start line as a 'gatecrasher' or 'guest runner' (uninvited guest runner to be precise). Perhaps I misplaced my race kit. Not that it mattered. I may have come all the way from Chonglian just to run, but I did not consider myself a guest runner. I reside in this town too. Anyway no one took any notice of me. I was one amongst a few who were not wearing the black race tee-shirt for this first ever TNF in Baguio.
When we started at 0530h it was not day yet but
it was getting there. The ultra 100km runners had started some 26 hours ago, and
the 50km runners have also set off some time earlier.
The race was a bit crowded for the first 2km or so
although runners gradually thinned out along the single file trails and
rocky hills.
The first (and last) 450m of the course started out
on bitumen road, but soon we hit
the harder stuff - the scenic eco trail just as
dawn was breaking.
At the first turnaround point (about 2km) I was still in touch with the top
33 - I mean the top 33% :-). The point marshall handed
out a black thin plastic wristband to runners as they passed and turned.
I noticed that many of the participants are fun runners and already many
were walking even before the first turning point. However many of them are
non-locals and perhaps are not used to running at altitude. I had my own battle
plan and was taking it easy for the first two-thirds of this 22km race. The
plan was to pace myself for the first 15km and then go hard in the last seven.
A good plan at the time. But at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I did say that before. The morning was cool
and I had in my pack three 500ml and two 350ml bottles
of water and energy drinks, a total of 2.2litres. This equates to about 2.2kg
of extra weight, and that's just the fluids. My pack did feel weighty, although
I knew I will need every drop of fluid for this challenging hilly 22km trail
run. Soon enough we came back to cross the bitumen road at about 3.4km and
entered the 'horse trail'. Baguio is my hometown and I have been to Camp John
Hay many times, but I have not set foot on this horse trail before.
Well it is rough as running trails go - a lot steeper and rougher than most
if not all the trail runs I had raced in previously. However the nature of the
course is familiar territory to me. Really it does not even come close to the
good parts of the Mainit-Sacasacan trail. There
were drink stations along the way but I went past all of them as I felt I had
enough with me. I did not feel thirst but thought to rehydrate after about 4km.
The course wound southerly along the steep hillsides heading in the direction
of Loakan airport. At the 5.2km the trail turned to the north to barangay Happy Hallow at about 8km.
In Happy Hallow, the course included a 250m section of a steep
concreted road with the second turnaround point
at about 8.25km. Here the runners got handed another thin plastic wristband - a
white one this time. 'Can't go wrong now' I thought, it's all black and white, and clear as the brightening daylight.
What goes down must come up and that 250m is indeed steep even for runners
let alone for vehicles, so of course I walked uphill. At this point I was
starting to feel it though it was only a little over one-third distance.
I sipped some water as I laboured and climbed. At a
tented and tended checkpoint, I attended to be tested, er checked. Or at least
I attempted. I looked for my number and I searched for my bib, then remembered
I left it, or did not get one, or my number's up, whatever. Think Martin,
instead of huffin' and puffin', blow down their tent or somethin'. Anyway I
told the marshalls that my bib fell off and could not remember my number. I
think they put me down as "Nono." We exited the steeply ascending
concrete road, and left the tent to go - wait
for it - right up a cliff!
The gradient here am sure is greater than 200%. Yes I learned in school
that gradient or slope is 'rise over run' but this is rise overkill! Cometh the hill cometh the climber, so with the rise
overfill, I climbed over the hill, to discover that I'm not yet over the hill.
Yep still a ways to go. And it's all uphill. But I can still do it - on this
hill trail. Up and down like jack 'n jill and their pail. The young turks was
a-threatenin', an' I heard a cock-a-doodle-doin', but I decelerated, taking care not to fall and
knock the crown. I kept goin'. I quit dawdlin'an' started crawlin'. Well you got to crawl before you can walk, let alone run up a hill.
Then having learned to run, I fought fire with fire and sprinted up about 100
dm (yes Des that's deci) to show the young bucks how it's done.
The course flattened (flatly sloping) again eventually, and once more I found my rhythm,
though not the rhyme, nor the reason.
By the 12km I had finished up the second 350ml bottle, and felt good
that I had 1.5litres for the final 10km of the race. Now if only I had a horse.
We again hit the bitumen junction at 13.4km. I was surprised to be directed
towards the start line. A man and a young boy had overtaken
me on the bitumen stretch, but I was thinking I'd get them back later. We came shortly to the start/finish line. I looked to the marshalls for directions when I
saw someone holding up a '22' sign. I crossed the finish arch, and was
wondering why I was being stopped. Perhaps my number's
really up and I was being DQd. But I was saying 'I lost my bib', and asking 'which way for the '22'?
The sun is now up and shining doubly bright, and so
it dawned on dull me that this was it. The '22' km event is all of 13.8 kilometres!
Well according to mr garmin anyway. Someone else had 13.9km on his gps watch, so we can't be more than 0.9km out, let
alone 9km. My time confirmed this. I did a sub-2hour for this event and I know
I could not run that fast for a 22km trail run - not even in my wildest dreams.
I also had 1.5litres of fluid on my back getting warm and asking to be
consumed. The finish line marshall listed me as
finisher 132 "Nobib". I don't know what happened to "Nono",
but now I know what cunning Odysseus was on about when he was "Nobody".
I walked as if in a daze. Feeling slightly down, I
reached for the bottle. The drinking problem I had one twilight run ago, is
back and rearing its ugly hydra's head - three heads in fact, in my hydro pack.
I hit them bottles hard. Three 500ml bottles in a row. Hard (I said that)
undiluted unchilled water and sports drink, not on the
rocks in a glass, but on the blocks on the grass. Ahhh. I felt like a
load was lifted off my back, though truly a weight was.
Maybe it was the jewels in the crown, the rocks in my head.
Other runners came a-finishing and soon the Toms
(and Dicks and Fannys) started doubting themselves and how 'fast' they
ran a technically rough and hilly trail run. This was supposed to be longer
than a half-marathon, but they've all done amazing PBs!
Take it son (or daughter), you won't ever run this fast again for a 22km.
'Maybe the "22" is just a description' I opined philosophically.
One did not need Joseph Heller to write the catch. Someone caught my words and
said 'they could have informed us'. Indeed. I felt like I earned something and
the secretariat agreed and issued a certificate to a
loser - a bib loser.
Yes the mountains beckon and spur me on saying
'Go Polichay. Run for your life.'
Now if only I can get hold of one of those race tee-shirts (black or red or
both), I would proudly wear it wherever I run.
Yes even in my ancestors' domain, in a historical place called Bandilaan in the
wild Cordillera Mountains. (Mainit history 101. Bandilaan is the name given to
Mt Mengmeng by the people of Chonglian. Aguinaldo planted the Philippine flag
on this mountain in defiance of the colonial American. Some 500 of the might of the American army chased
Aguinaldo and his ragtag band of 60 men all around the Cordillera. Del Pilar was lost at
the battle of Tirad pass, described as 'an exercise in futility' by Renato Constantino. Ultimately Aguinaldo, who was 'on the run to nowhere' (ibid) was captured with the help of traitors.)
Photos below by cameraman Arfour Wyell. Please provide captions. I will post your comments.
Map of the north face '22k' 13.8km route.
Hey Martin. good to visit your blog again. Your post cracked me up, lol. Well, at least despite them giving you an odd name of No Number NO NO, lol:-) they let you race...darn, carrying all that water on your back thinking that you'll be running 22K, lol.
ReplyDeleteMartin,Congrats for finishing supposedly 22km.TNF race even as a bandit. Baguio has lots of races every weekend, I noticed. I ran the Kennon Global Marathon,(8.5/9km) on 15Apr and a 3km in Burnham Park 29Apr. In the Kennon Road Race, there was also a 1/2 marathon which started in Camp 3. The 8.5 started at the Lions Head and finished in Burnham Park. It took me 1 hr.10min to finish according to my GF305. I guess I was the oldest runner-was interviewed by tv media. The wife and I were home 23Mar to 30Apr.Did some running in Kapangan,Sagada & Baguio(too much pollution in Baguio). BTW, thanks for posting photos too. Enjoy your vacation and keep running.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kristine and Mang Joe, We should form a team someday - 'two men and a baby'. Baby Kristine, that was good training except I wasn't in training heh. TNF had some free water for the finishers, did I need that?
ReplyDeleteMang Joe, I was not considering doing any running when I was looking at my flight itinerary. I should have with all those events on. Perhaps next time. I did do the odd hike around. Planning on ranging out further next time.
good to know there are organized races in Baguio. When I go home, I can try out the 3K. I think I can just about manage that. I'm doing surprisingly well with my 5K training and I'm hoping to do away from the treadmill and onto the road for a proper race hopefully this year:-)
ReplyDeletegudonya kristine. look forward to running with you sometime.
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