The last few days before the race saw my back complaint gradually fade away which meant my confidence grew. There was a one mile race in my University which I had planned to give a miss, thinking racing so close to the big day was an unnecessary risk but they had a bunch of races for kids and seeing them all running around enjoying themselves in the sun I felt a little left out so rushed around to get my running gear and get signed in. Thankfully it went well, I equalled my mile PB without really pushing very hard and I felt no after effects.
I had my last run out on the Thursday before the marathon, just a 6km run on a pace about 15 seconds per kilometre faster than my target pace, again it felt good so I finished feeling confident.
The following two days I tried to stuff myself full of carbs to fuel myself up ready for the race, I served myself up mountains of pasta and rice. However, the job was made more difficult by the nervous tension that comes from considering I was so close to taking on the challenge of a marathon, it led to a loss of appetite and difficulty in keeping down the little food I was taking on board.
Sunday morning rolled around, I woke up at 6am, I lied in bed nervously for half an hour waiting for the alarm clock to sound. I got up showered and attempted to get some breakfast cereal down me, I was semi-successful, after giving my girlfriend a nudge or two towards the door we set off at 8am to head towards the start.
After surviving the scrum to hand in my bag at the guardaropa we headed down toward the mass of runners, after a few stretches I tried to make my way through to the sign with my intended finish time on it, no luck though, I'd arrived too late, I had to settle in around the 4hr 30 section.
The nervous energy continued to build, and the starting gun going off didn't help initially, we were just stood still waiting for spaces to appear ahead but as I crossed the start line a full 4 minutes after the official start time of 9am I started to feel better.
As expected in a popular race the first few kilometres were stop and start as I tried to find my way into open space to get into my stride, but as well as the normal stoppages I had to take an avoidable pit-stop. As I was waiting on the start line I was thinking about a trip to the toilet, I took one look at the queue and decided it was probably just nerves, no need to go now. About 10 minutes later I was concentrating on finding an appropriate tree!
After that stoppage I got back into my running, feeling good. I got through the first 5km in 26:17. It was a bit slower than my target pace, but given the stoppage it was ok. The next 5km was solid, although not the most enjoyable, there were very few people on the streets (apart from the runners), after London last year I think I had my expectations too high.
I got through the second 5k in 25:22, pretty much bang on my target pace and I kept on it through the next 5k too, I got through in 25:10. At 15k I took on an energy gel with the water at the feeding station, I didn't seem to give me the immediate sugar buzz that I'd had when I'd tried it in training, it was a bit of a disappointment, but I kept going ahead undeterred. From 15 to 20k took 25:11, I'd hoped to be the other side of 5 min/km but I was happy to keep things steady.
I got to the halfway point in 1:47:35, a minute quicker than London a year earlier, and more importantly feeling much better. At halfway in London I started to really struggle, from there it was just a battle to get to the finish. At halfway the crowds were starting to build, 9am was a little too early to expect Spaniards to be out on the streets! By 10:30 they were out there cheering us on, it was a real lift.
I did the 5k from 20 to 25 in 25:01. It was all going well, however I had one problem, I had no thirst. I was conscious that I needed to stay well hydrated but I couldn't get anything down. I didn't think too much about it, since I couldn't do anything about it, but it was in the back of my mind.
From 25 to 30km is in Casa de Campo, a park in the west of the city. It was a pleasant break from the cityscape, running through the trees, however you lose a little bit of atmosphere as the supporters don't really enter the park. I through that 5k in 26:16, the slowest so far, but still acceptable. Unfortunately things got worse from there.
I had planned to use energy gels at the 15 and 30 kilometre feeding stations, and then if needed another to see me to the finish at 40, but at 30 kilometres I felt that I couldn't take anything on board so continued on. Unfortunately there was an unsurprising consequence, coming to 33km I felt I couldn't run, I had no energy, so much so it seemed that simply breathing was a costly activity, I slowed to a walk.
I was hoping that with a couple of minutes of walking I would recover and get a second wind which would carry me to the finish. It didn't happen, I tried to run but I had nothing. It was really frustrating, there were huge crowds around at this point, they were urging all the runners on, but I just couldn't respond. The section from 30 to 35 took me 33:05, well off my target time. I was running in bursts, but I just could sustain it, no matter how slow a run I embarked on. 35 to 40 was a tortuous 45:08, but shortly before 40 kilometres things took a turn for the better, although not before a turn for the worse.
My girlfriend was waiting for around kilometre 39, I didn't want her to see me suffering so badly so tried to get running again. I saw her, and she joined me running for a few metres before she took a short cut to meet me further along the course, however shortly after she left me things came to a head. I suddenly felt ill, and brought up the energy gels onto the street, I am very sorry to the poor unsuspecting spectators that had to witness it, but I just couldn't stop it.
However, after that I felt considerably better, and was able to sustain a run almost throughout the remaining distance. I got through the last 2.195km in 13:54, so an average of 6:19min/km and finished running, you can see my finish here:
http://www.corriendovoy.com/video.php?id=381&video=26336
The finish line is in Parque del Retiro, another of Madrid's great green spaces. I have to say the finish was the most enjoyable part of the race, yes its a very nice part of the city, but the joy of knowing you've completed the course is what makes the pain and tiredness momentarily disappear from the body so you can just take everything in. It's the time that makes all the days where you really had to suffer to get out the door to train worthwhile, for me at least its a huge natural high.
My finish time was 4:05:20, I finished in 5186th place of 7998 runners. Although this was a huge improvement on my time in last year's London marathon, about 30 minutes, it was a disappointment, I was expecting better, given that I was fit and well, and knowing what I can do over the half marathon distance I think a 3:30 marathon is more than achievable. I can search for an answer of why I didn't perform as I wanted, but I'm not going that today, for now I just want to enjoy the fact that I completed my second marathon.
In my blogs on my completed races I always finish with a review of the goodie bag, and this will be no different. In truth, given the sizeable entry fee, 45euros, I was expecting something special. I was a little disappointed.
You can see from the picture, it was a light goodie bag, a copy of Runners World, a couple of magazines about the race, a bottle of shower gel, a little bag and a technical t-shirt. I could have got some food after the race to add to the bag but the system to distribute it wasn't the best, there were huge queues and I didn't have the patience to wait. It's a goodie bag light, but it is good quality, the t-shirt I would happily buy for myself and I've already put it to use, while the shower gel is one I regularly buy. So in summary, I'm content with the bag, but not blown away, thank you Madrid, but you've not quite done enough to match Santa Pola.
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