I used to loathe jogging/running/gyming/whatever-form-of-exercising. I thought it was a waste of money, time, and energy. It can get pretty lonely, too, unless you do it with your friends. But after I found out about Outbreak Manila: Run for your Life, a 5km fun run in Nuvali where waves of zombies basically try to eat (steal the 3 flags that represent your life) you, I knew I had to leave my indolence behind and start shaping up for this kinda race. The question is: did we survive? Let’s just say, hell f-in’ yeah, we’re ready for the real apocalypse! So, go ahead, come at us, ya zombies! We’re just gonna jog all over you.
We (L-R: graphic designer, features editor, creative director, former art director, art director) arrived at Nuvali around 8:30 AM last Saturday for the Outbreak. We registered, protected ourselves with some sunblock and mosquito repellant (since we couldn’t carry water guns), warmed up a bit (doesn’t the photo look so convincing?), and shouted at intervals to get the anxiety out as we waited for the announcer to call Wave 18.
GAME FACES ON, MOFOS!
Obviously, the five of us wanted to check our chances of surviving an apocalypse. So do forgive us for not being able to take photos of us running; we were too busy dodging zombies. Below are photos from PinoyFitness and Ken Koo who got to capture the best moments during the race. For your viewing pleasure.
Our strategy was to stick with each other NO MATTER WHAT. But as soon as the race started, it was CHAOS! It seriously felt like part-The Walking Dead and part-28 Days Later (damn those zombies could run!), it was nearly impossible to go “all for one, one for all” in that kinda situation. Some of the runners wore military, 300, Plants VS Zombies, and superhero costumes (I knew we should’ve camouflaged ourselves as zombies). A few wore, well…almost entirely nothing but a box to cover his private parts or a shower cap paired with a towel. Fancy.
We went through 4 obstacle courses—a favorite was where we had to put zombie guts on and pretend to be zombies. At one point, former art director Nikkie and I waited at a fork where we had to choose between the Horde Way or the Easy Way. We attempted to recruit other stranger-runners to go with us through the latter. Nobody wanted to; they assumed it was a trap. Having no other choice but to stick with the pack, we passed by MORE zombies. But that eventually proved to be the better choice ‘coz we saw Michael Jackson (we’re hoping he’s resting in peace “in real life”), and danced the “Thriller” with him—that was before he chased us to the finish line, I mean.
Despite falling a few times and having a nasty cut on my thigh, THE STATUS TEAM SURVIVED! Yes, I didn’t quite believe it so myself, but we did! Our overachieving art director Pat even won a medal (and a couple of freebies from The Cheesesteak Shop) for being one of the first top 40 from our wave to finish.
Our associate editor, fashion editor, and fashion assistant dropped by after. They probably wanted to check if we were still alive.
I heard they’re planning a midnight version of Outbreak Manila. Hhhmmm…takers? Count us in. Congrats to the organizers and sponsors for the successful event. You’ve achieved to make me pursue my jogging habit in preparation for the next one. I honestly cannot look at fun runs the same way ever again.—HITGIRL