On Sunday, after just two to three hours of sleep, we were forced to get up and head over to the starting line of the Subic Marathon. Anyway, I was driving from Binictican Heights to the track oval where everyone was supposed to assemble. I was following two cars in front of me, one being driven by a brod, the other I didn’t really know but was definitely on its way to the marathon starting line too.

Suddenly, the two vehicles in front of me swerved to the right as if to avoid something. It wasn’t soon enough that I realized there was an approaching motorcycle coming right at us. I don’t know if it was because I hadn’t had enough sleep but I really thought it was simply a vehicle in front of me running the same direction. In a split-second before we had a head-on collision, I made a realization of what was about to happen and quickly swerved to the right. It wasn’t a head-on collision, thank heavens. Instead, I smashed the car’s left side and amputated the entire driver’s side mirror and shattered the glass into numerous pieces that came flying right at us inside the car (our windows were rolled down).

Shit, how was I going to explain it to my parents. I didn’t even inform them I had gone all the way to Subic. There was absolutely no sign that warned incoming vehicles that the road was now on counter-flow because of the marathon!! I was dead. I pulled over the side of the road and stared blankly at the wreck. I was dead. I tried to laugh the incident off but I couldn’t. How the hell was I to explain to my parents that I smashed part of the car in Subic, Zambales?!

There are some things I could be thankful for. One, it wasn’t a head-on collision. Two, our windows were rolled down, so though the side mirror was smashed and amputated, the side windows weren’t. Three, though the windows were rolled down and the pieces of glass and fiberglass flew in, none of them hit vital parts of our body. Four, the though some of the microscopic pieces of glass wounded my body, none of it entered my eyes.

Terribly worried and bothered as I was, we proceeded to the starting line. We were almost late for the race. The run started exactly the time when we reached the starting point.

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