Bravo! Bravo!
So my last
blog was 18 months ago about the disappointment of crashing and burning at the
New York Marathon. And in that blog I said: “I want to remember how I feel now
so I can savour my next marathon success.”
Well I’m
pleased to say that that day has come. Two weeks ago, I completed the Paris
Marathon in 3:34 – exactly an hour quicker than New York!
And just as I
captured the disappointment of New York, I thought I better savour the success
this time round.
Never again?
Going back 18
months - by the time I travelled to New York for a second time, I was a bit
marathoned out. I had been continuously training for marathons for two years (4
marathons) and I was far less motivated training for the (second) New York Marathon
than for my previous attempts.
But a year
later, and with the usual ‘I’m past it’
crisis on my 31st birthday, I was ready to have another go.
I had kept
reasonably fit after doing my first triathlon in the summer (great fun), and
started running again in December. I 'got more structured after the New Year and
started doing three runs a week including one threshold run.
Jenna had
preached the benefit of threshold running after going on a BHF training course,
and I put the 7 minutes I gained in Paris purely down to doing these runs.
I was much
more motivated to do the training as well – apart from 10 days off to recover
from an injured foot – I think I missed one run in the whole of the training
phase.
With four
weeks to go, I clocked up 22 miles with some left in the tank. And with three
weeks to go I did the Reading Half Marathon in 1:34. I knew I was as fit as I
had ever been before a marathon.
Paris and prep
In Paris, we
stayed in a lovely Bed and Breakfast run by a retired Parisian man called
Emmanuel. He had done the marathon a few times in the early 1980s and said he
was living through me in spirit as a fellow runner.
Such was his
enthusiasm, he got up at 6am to put on a breakfast of coffee, cereal, French
bread, fruit and yogurt on race day. I was well prepared.
Down at the
start, the set-up was so much simpler than New York, despite around 50,000
people taking part. I showed up about 30 mins before the start, dropped
my bag off easily and trotted up to the start – no 5 hours of waiting at the
start line.
The marathon
route is great as well – I feel like European marathons have the most
interesting routes. The route starts in front of the Arc De Triomphe on the
Champs Elysees, running past the Place de la Concorde and the Louvre and in to
a park to the East of the City.
It then turns
back on itself, and goes along the Seine taking in views of the Eiffel Tower
and Notre Dame and finishes on the other side of the Arc De Triomphe. The
atmosphere feels quite relaxed – many areas don’t have barriers and people are
shouting “Aller, Aller, Bravo, Bravo.” It felt much gentler on my ears than
some of the loud cheer-leading I’ve heard elsewhere, but equally as
encouraging.
On your marks
In terms of
the run itself, I actually felt awful in the days leading up to the marathon –
really breathless. But by the time I got to the start line I was feeling much
better and felt good for the first 10k – which I passed at about 3:30 pace.
I passed
halfway in just shy of 1:47 and entered in to what I think is the most
important part of the marathon – miles 13-18. I always feel like it’s in these
miles that you will find out whether you’ve misjudged your pace and you’re
going to crash or if you’re going to have enough in your legs to maintain your
pace.
I felt like
my legs were getting heavier but got a second wind around mile 18 at which
point I knew I could keep going until the end. I actually sustained the same
pace for the last 30 kms, which I think is the most satisfying part of a good
marathon.
The one thing
that might have slowed me down slightly was the weather – it had been
gloriously hot in Paris in the week of the marathon and by the end I was
getting thirsty well before the water stations. I also got some nasty sunburn
across my shoulders.
I was able to
maintain my pace from mile 18-24 and even finish with a bit of a flourish in
the last couple of miles, cheered on by the biggest crowds of the day through
the last bend.
I wouldn’t
say I crossed the line in frenzied joy – more relieved that I had been able to
run it in a time I thought I deserved. Even though I was disappointed with my
first marathon, I still think there is no way of re-creating the feeling of
finishing your first one.
As soon as I
did cross the line though, the pain set in. I literally hobbled through the
finish area, picking up my medal, an orange and a bottle of water and moving at
snail’s pace to meet Jenna under the Arc De Triomphe.
So, what are my thoughts a few weeks
on?
Now is the time for reflection, and it's much more positive than 18 months ago...
- I want to do the London Marathon and have already entered the ballot for next year. Having watched it for so many years, if I could only do one marathon for the rest of my life, it would be London
- If I do another marathon, I want it to be under 3:30. I feel like I’ve got about as fast as I can using my rule of 3 runs a week, so next time I will make sure I feel fresh enough to commit to upping that a bit and putting in the work to break the 3:30 mark. Having an 18 month break between this marathon and the last definitely made the training easier mentally, so a bit of a break is no bad thing.
- Threshold running is extremely valuable. Again, I think there is only so far you can get if you do 3 runs a week, and this time I definitely used these runs more effectively. I felt the benefit of the threshold running almost immediately.
- Doing the Paris Marathon has definitely put to bed some of the demons of the New York Marathon, and I’m actually starting to feel a bit more proud of completing it. The time sounds a lot worse in my head then it is in reality
- And following on from that, I’ve learnt that whatever time I do, I’ll never be satisfied. I look at the numbers afterwards willing them to be lower and it always seems like the majority of people I see have run quicker. I just think this is the way that I’m wired – at least I wasn’t devastatingly disappointed this time, which I think means it was a success.