Running in Baguio


Before going to Baguio, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t be swayed by the cold, relaxing weather, and I will not miss my long run despite the homework-free weekend. I have a month of training to go before my first-ever 21K run, and I strongly believe this is the only thing that kept things arduously straight. Without this motivation, I would have cut short my training there.

Running in Baguio

Mentally preparing myself for the high altitude long run

Running in Baguio

The price of being forgetful:
Trying to squeeze in an 11-year old’s sweater to a 21-year old body

Sunday. I woke up at 6 am, trying to mentally prepare myself for the 22K run that day. I ate a banana, gulped lots of water, and borrowed my brother’s long sleeves as I forgot to bring mine. The tight fit wasn’t comfortable at all, but with 18 degrees Celsius, I’d rather have that than shiver the entire way.

Having no pedometer whatsoever, I knew pretty well that I had to rely on distance markers (road signs, electric posts) along the way. This is what I love most about simple and plain running: you get to be in-twine with your surroundings and your body as well.

My Route

From Brentwood to Teachers’ Camp, to John Hay all the way to PMA, then a turn around bound to Brentwood again.

Running in Baguio

My goal: to reach my dad’s alma mater

My Observations

People are accustomed to runners, bikers and walkers, especially. Jeepney drivers knew how to pay courtesy (runners and bikers first!), people encouraged you (“Kaya mo ‘yan!”), and delightfully showed the way, especially when I was on my way home, already tired and “confused” of the course.

The weather is so runner-friendly, you could go on and on without feeling that tired aerobically. But then again with all the uphill in varying degrees, there’s a lot of stress on the legs. There are stray dogs of course, but it’s a good thing that people try to help you out by shooing them away.

Though the road is nice, there’s a lack of sidewalks, owing to the fact that the roads are narrow by themselves. So along the way to PMA, I had to hitch a ride to stay away from areas with no sidewalks and full of blind curves, until I could go down and resume with my running again.

I ended up running for 3 hours and 30 minutes—my longest so far, in my one year of running experience. I owe it all to the good weather, the friendly and supportive people, and of course, the historical Baguio.

Why I Will Go Back Again

I feel sad that the Baguio I used to know as a kid is not the same Baguio as we know it today. Maybe I am just romanticizing but as I remember it, everything was so simple back then: I could go to the market with my cousins without worrying about the smoke and the speeding cars; Burnham Park was the place to be for families, where we could bike around, pedal on the water swans, camp around and have picnics.

Today, Baguio, though far up north, is rapidly turning into a commercialized city with more accessible roads leading to it, and great migrations for its appealing weather. That Sunday long run made me feel the ill-effects of commercialization: increased vehicle smoke greatly felt on the uphills; historical monuments bogged down in favour of popular and modern tastes; the pine tree population cut down to accommodate more tourist attractions; and more economically-friendly attractions reduced in size, now ill-maintained, and now less accessible.

But then again despite all these, I still feel blessed to see Baguio’s greatest treasures: children happily playing on the side street; hardworking vegetable farmers walking on the sidewalks carrying heavy loads on their backs; a father and a son walking hand-in-hand; a strawberry taho vendor waving his hand to greet me; teenagers playing traditional songs on their guitars and modified drums; people shooing away dogs when they get in my way; and children gaily trying to run with me.

Running in Baguio

One of the inspiring reasons why I kept going

You Should Give it a Try

Next time you run in Baguio, leave your mp3’s behind. Look around and try to feel the people and the environment you are with. Try to make sense of Baguio’s history, because by running on its rugged and asphalted roads, you are trying to be a part of it, too.


Now for my post-workout: strawberry taho!
Thanks, Baguio!

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