Interview: Francis Randy Hortelano, Ultramarathon runner, part 2 of 2
Posted in Interview, Runners on April 16th, 2010 by estan – 8 Comments
Francis Randy Hortelano during the BDM102
FaR: How was your BDM102 run? What were the difficult moments? Were there situations that might have led you to give up?
FRH: When d-day came. I had an ultra-mediocre aim: finish a little over 50KM and that’s it. I can’t afford to push further since I was in-charge of an important office activity the following day. Hence, I couldn’t afford injury, much less, get so tired that I can’t even walk to the event venue.
With the hard and painful lessons I learned from the test-run, Condura and Century, I managed to tame my feet during the first 50KM. I ran slowly yet steady. True to being a mental-sports, I managed to crush my fears of running alone in the dark, doubting myself and being competitive. I couldn’t care less if I was the last runner. I was merely enjoying every stride with the overwhelming support of fellow runners and support crew. Upon reaching my initial aim, 55-60KM, I was already celebrating, overly satisfied of breaking my own record. Nevertheless, I was also experiencing my second wind. Oh, God! where did it all come from?
The support crew of Titanium Runner (TR) who likewise adopted me were all excellent. TR’s mom was such a constant cheer. Estan (ahem, that’s FaR) and kuya were not just generously giving out water, gatorade and offering food but their words of encouragements uplifted the weary spirit to the nth power. Our manong driver can’t also be outdone. He managed to be an alert zombie all night and defied sleep the following day. The other support crew and fellow runners were all out in their support too. I was so high in the midst of all these kind people. Even the poor selling some fruits and water along the Roman high way only made me prouder as a Pinoy Runner.
Anak, halika, buhusan kita ng tubig.
She didn’t even accept my offer of payment afterwards. My heart melted,
…galingan mo. Kaya mo yan. Ingat sa daan
were echoing in my ears. I would have easily dismissed the kindness of my friends and all people who naturally cared for my welfare but experiencing unlimited and unconditional support from people I’ve never known was too horribly-humbling and sweet.
True, even if I would have wanted to quit with the thoughts of work already flooding my consciousness, these people have provided the much-needed strength and fortitude to continue.
FaR: Unforgettable moments?
FRH: The feeling of enormous safety, strength, patience, endurance and tolerance to pain, sun, sand and gravel allowed me to reach the finish line. Winning the battle of the mind is what makes me sentimental everytime I look back. It’s an indelible memory telling myself this everytime I wish to surrender,
…you are not alone in this journey. Whatever you are going through is what your fellow runners have experienced or are experiencing with you. If you just bear a little longer, slowly but surely, you are guaranteed to reach the finish line.
Since I conditioned myself not to be too tired, I dreaded the thought of consuming all my energy. So I’ve been pleading extra support from above everytime I pass all His sacred houses along the journey. Asking help is not my usual self. I’ve always prided myself of being self-sufficient. Self-reliant. Self-contained but BDM is an ultimate ego-breaking experience and discovered how low my self-trust is. I thought I was confident enough but far from it. I briefly panicked for help when told time was running out. My fellow runners were already exhausting all their energy to beat precious time fastly ticking away. But where does aid really come from? I was already running for 16 hours. 10 hours of which is under the mercilessly 41 degrees of heat. I’ve almost consumed all hydration and food available. No sleep. Tired. I sat down and removed my shoes. I can’t. I can’t anymore. I can’t afford to be absent was an automatic mantra or an easy escape to the unfathomable process I willingly plunged into. Just as my doubting-self almost won, TR exclaimed,
c’mon, you are almost there and then rest afterwards. The cut-off time is maliciously smiling at this point. I told you so, you can’t.
All of a sudden, another wave of energy came in. Oh yea, to this day, I still couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I laced my shoes once more and never allowed other thoughts to exploit my mind. I just ran and ran. Then a fellow runner, GBM, cheering everyone on the course, let’s party, let’s party. Tears of joy. Tears of thanks. Tears of relief got shielded by my shades. No need to panic. There is a lot of time to spare and I just passed 100KM. True to my covenant with my body, I slowed down and walked to the finish line. Afterwhich, I didn’t want to move anymore. I was begging for muscle recovery and be ready for work the following day.

Francis Randy Hortelano at the finish line of BDM102
FRH: It is so easy to slide back to comfort zones when one feels the discomfort and pain. But how does one really know when he already exceeded his limit if he does not push further? This is BDM. It is self-discovery in action. You can only be a better person after this event.
FaR: What are your future plans? Will you run in future ultramarathons?
FRH: Honestly, I was just begging for just the finish line please and even for just once. I stopped joining races after the BDM. But probably, I’ll join the Philippine Association of Ultrarunners. Let’s see. If permitted, I may join another ultra soon.
FaR: Any advice for the aspiring ultramarathoner or for newbie runners out there?
FRH: Running is a calling of sorts. We run to be physically fit, to test our limits, to discover ourselves. Running is like a vocation.
We need to dedicate some precious time for training to mitigate risks. We spend precious pesos. We adopt a relatively healthy lifestyle. And meet all sorts of opposition, especially one that come from our love ones or closest friends.
You are just wasting time. Money. Energy. Are you crazy? What’s the problem with you?
These and more will be the usual song from those who care.
From a docile kid, you could be labeled stubborn instead of tenacious. Courting death instead of life. Be prepared to be criticized. And all these thoughts will visit you in doing ultras. But remember, you have a mind and a more powerful God. Be sensible though when to train. When to stop. When to push. The guidance of a sports doctor will be of great help.
FaR: If you can add others that might be interesting for readers related to the ultramarathon, so much the better:
FRH: Running the road of life will never take away your energy. It is ready to re-fill you upon reaching your limit for the day. Oh yes, running the road of life will bring you death. Death to old patterns of self-defeating thoughts—I can’t to I can.
Running will make you win. Stronger. Better. Your thoughts can make the rest of the difference. Run for a cause. The BDM will not just make you prouder of yourself. You will also intensely feel pure gratitude to the valiant countrymen who offered their life for the freedom we are experiencing today. Run well before running runs away from you! It is never a waste when you invest for your own fitness in the first place.
Most of all, enjoy your runs. If eventually, you’ll discover that running isn’t for you, then find out what can genuinely bring smile and satisfaction on your face. The point is: LIVE a happy life.
Check out also MiracleCello’s post on Francis.






I'm Estan Cabigas, a freelance photographer blogger and traveler. I just started to seriously run last 2 March 2010 and for the past few months, I've improved greatly in my running as well as lost pounds in the process. I'm gunning for a full marathon by 2011. I shoot races as well.

My flagellant image is Editor's Choice in the National Geographic Magazine May 2010 issue.
