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Paris Marathon 2014: The Video

After the marathon, I bought the official photos and videos from the event and edited them down to produce my own personal memory. I posted it on Facebook originally, but thought it would be good here too. I hope you enjoy it.

Make sure you watch it in HD!

Paris Marathon 2014: The Aftermath

So as part of the deal to go to Paris, I told the missus we would go to Disneyland Paris for 2 days.

Always a part of the plan, I asked a stranger to take a photo of us in front of the Cinderella castle. Then I did this.

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100% unstaged, this is the actual moment I proposed.

And she said yes.

Paris, you have a lot to answer for!

Paris Marathon 2014: The Race

As I shuffled my way into the starting pen, I started feeling overwhelmed. It was rammed with runners, and I felt like I’d somehow cheated my way in with all these “real runners”. It wasn’t a dissimilar feeling to that I had on my first Half Marathon. I was apprehensive – I’d never tackled this distance before. It wasn’t helped by the people all around me chatting about how many marathons they’d completed. But I looked around and saw all the people behind me in front of the Arc de Triomphe. I resisted taking a selfie!

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I crossed the start line about 50 minutes after I’d said my farewells to the missus. She’d gone ahead to try and catch a photo of me near the start. And here it is. She later said she was hanging onto a lamppost for 40 minutes waiting for me! So I’m glad she managed to capture it ūüôā

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You can see from the broad smile on my face that I was already loving it. Once I got started, the adrenaline kicked in. The crowd were brilliant shouting “allez, allez” and it was a real party atmosphere. I had two tactics that were going to deliver me my sub-4 time.

Firstly: Cadence. Tricky Dicky on the RW forum had been advising me about cadence after seeing some of my Garmin traces. The idea was to shorten my stride, increase my footfall and conserve energy. I’d done it in my training runs with fantastic results, so I used my watch to keep an eye on it. I tried to stay above 170 all the way round. I nearly managed it!

Secondly: Pacing. To get Sub-4 thats 9:09 a mile. There was no way I was trusting GPS to be fully accurate, so I used it as a guide only to hold level 9:00 mile pace. I was backed up with a pace band I’d printed off. As I passed each mile marker I could check my time against the pace band to see how much deviation there was compared to the watch. In the end it was about 0.4 miles! But thats a tale for another day.

Thirdly: Nutrition. I had practiced taking a gel every 4 miles in my long run training, so that was the plan here too. I had 8 on my Gel belt just in case of an emergency, but the plan was to take them every 4 miles like clockwork. This also helped break the race into smaller chunks, psychologically.

So I settled into my pace and cadence and the first 5 miles literally flew by. I’d run down the Champs Elysees, around Concorde, past the Louvre and managed to get to Bastille relatively unscathed, on pace feeling good. The plan was for the missus to be around every 6 miles, so at 5miles on my watch I was keeping a keen eye out for her. Not long after Bastille, I saw her and she got a brilliant pic.

10265648_10154035552345075_3938878966522699550_oThis was one of the places where it was congested! For some reason the crowd wanted to get closer and closer, but it did create some bottlenecks on the course. There were 2 occasions when I had to walk as I literally couldn’t run. Seeing her was a great boost but I still felt good anyway. The next 6 miles took a while longer as we went around Bois de Vincennes. The crowd was a little sparser, but the aid stations were good here, including some spray water over you!

It was here I learned the significance of the sponges in the goody bag – the aid stations had bowls of water for you to soak the sponge in so you can cool down! The aid stations also had plenty of fruit, but as I hadn’t trained with them, I didn’t try them. I think this official photo was taken around this point, and is one of my favourites from the whole race.

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Approaching the 12 mile mark and the second opportunity to see her indoors, I kept looking for her. It was tough to spot her because the crowd were just amazing. So much support for the British vest, and so many people cheering me on by name. It really does make such a difference, and recommend having your name on your vest for EVERYONE. It is BRILLIANT! Just like being a professional, having someone shout for you! I eventually saw her and it gave me another boost!

After I saw her I took on my 3rd gel. As I was using SiS gels they didn’t need water, but I was taking water with me from every aid station. Whenever a bottle was offered I’d take it and sip it for the next mile or two. I hoped it would stop me needing the loo. It turned into a lucky coincidence that I’d always have a water at around the same time as a gel, which did make them easier to stomach.

Crossing the halfway gantry was a welcome relief. Whenever I am doing any run, I always look forward to the halfway point as it’s almost like you just have to run home afterwards! It was after halfway that I started comparing my watch paces with the pace band. I noticed there was some slippage, but I was still ahead of pace by a minute or so. This was really good news, as I know I would have some time to play with for that crucial last few miles. Mentally and physically I was still feeling good.

At around 14 miles you reach the seine, and I knew the next 5 miles or so were along its banks. We passed Notre Dame cathedral and as we rounded it I spotted the Eiffel Tower – apparently some runners complete the marathon without even seeing it! Unbelievable I know. This picture was taken by someone along the seine, I think at about 16 miles.

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There are a lot of tunnels along this section of the course. Including the one that Princess Diana died in. In one of the tunnels they had a full fledged disco, complete with laser lights! But the tunnels were so hot and humid. The sun had this far stayed out and the temperature was rising, just at the wrong time for me.

I reached 18 miles and was in front of the eiffel tower. Here the crowd was thick. Some how I managed to spot the missus up on a wall by one of the tunnels. How I saw or heard her is beyond me, but she was just what I needed – It was coming into the final section and needed to see her cheer me on.

At 20 miles we reached Roland Garros and the start of the Bois de Bologne. Notoriously sparsely populated when it comes to marathon support, I knew this was the final leg. Just 10k to go now. If only it were that simple! I chatted with a lovely guy for a mile or so, exchanging pleasantries. It was his first marathon too, and he had also heard this was the hardest part. For the next mile or so I felt good. I’d taken on a gel, and some water too. The sun had gone in and we weaved our way around.

I’d started struggling with the pace now though. I was finding it really difficult to keep to the 9m/m and drifted out to about 9.15m/m. And as I turned a corner at about 22miles it was clear I wasn’t the only one struggling. The park was like a graveyard. people walking, people sitting down, people vomiting at the sides. They’d all hit the wall. I hoped I wouldn’t be one of them. I was telling myself “Just one more mile at this pace then you can ease up for the end”, “Just one foot in front of the other”. It had gotten so tough though, with the number of walkers, I was doing even more weaving in and out. I was starting to become really laboured. By mile 23 I was glad I’d taken extra gels as I felt I needed one. I’m not sure how much of an effect it really¬†had, but psychologically it really helped and I thought I had an extra spring in my step! Then I spotted an official photographer and felt the need to pose. Needless to say I did NOT feel like Usain Bolt!

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It was just down to grit and determination now. I knew I had only 3 miles left. I nervously looked at my watch, and saw myself getting slower and slower. I started to despair – I had done so well and I had come so close – I couldn’t have beared it if I missed my target! I crossed mile 24 and checked my pace band. I was still about 90 seconds¬†ahead of target with 3.2 miles to go. My watch pace had dropped to close to 9.30m/m – that would have just scraped me under but I HAD to maintain pace.

My legs were burning, my chest felt ok, but my legs were just so weary. At around 24.5 miles I made an emergency decision to take on an extra gel. The last one had a big boost and with just a mile and a half to go I hoped this would do the same.

I saw the 25 mile marker and by the time I’d crossed it I finished the gel. The watch beeped and it was a 9.30m/m. Further despair. But the gel kicked in just in time. Mentally I knew I had just 9 minutes left of this epic journey I’d worked so hard for for the last 4 months.

And no matter how the last 4 hours had gone, how I would remember the Paris Marathon all rested on this last mile in the Bologne. I focussed on my cadence and stride. One step in front of the other. And it was along here that an official photographer got my favourite photo of the whole day.

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If you look closely you can see the anguish in my eyes.

I could see the 26 mile post. The crown now were going berserk! In my head it was all for me, it was as if they knew my journey and knew how close I was – I looked at my watch and I had 3 minutes to cross the line. As you pass the 26 mile marker you take a left and an almost immediate right turn, and all of a sudden, its Avenue Foch – the finishing straight! I looked up and saw the finish line, the Arc de Triomphe the spectacular backdrop. I looked at my watch and I had about 90 seconds to get there. It looked so far away! The crowd kept cheering magnificently and from somewhere, I was able to pick up the pace. I’d stop short of calling it a sprint finish, but it was faster than I’d run any of the previous 26 miles! The avenue was wide and I was going for it. I looked at my watch – I was going to do it! I didn’t know it but the missus managed to capture that very moment in a somewhat blurry photo.

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Knowing there was a video camera at the finishing line I pulled a Mobot and stopped my watch. I daren’t look at it! But when I did, I nearly broke down.

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I’d cut it close, but I had done it! It took a few moments to sink in, and then I cried. I put my hands on my knees in sheer exhaustion, stood back up and the tears were just rolling down my face.

I cant even put into words how good it felt.

I worked my way through the finish funnel to get my “Winnings” but before I got anywhere I heard the missus shouting my name. Somehow, despite all the people and the noise I picker her out straight away. I think she was crying, I think I was too. I collected my medal and my tee shirt, then grabbed as many bottles of water and Powerade as I could do rehydrate.

I exited the funnel and found her. I hugged her. I cried some more. I cried quite a lot to be fair.

My body was broken and battered, but it was worth it.

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We bimbled around the finish area taking it all in. It was such a strange feeling being surrounded by all of these people who had accomplished the same thing, all for their own reasons, and it was all special to them in their own way.

After a quick snap under the Arc, we started to head back to the hotel so i could start to recover and really take it in.

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Once we got back we checked the official stats using the app. Somehow I’d overtaken 9000 odd people during the race. But on the whole I was delighted with the splits. They showed great consistency at a pace that during training I doubted I could to.

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And the Garmin activity shows just how the race went down in minute detail, if you like that sort of thing.

The race was brilliantly organised, and the people of Paris were just phenomenal. The course was picturesque and flat, and aside from some bottlenecks, I can’t recommend it highly enough.

When I finished, I swore I’d never run a marathon again. But 3 months on I know I was lying to myself. Can my second marathon top my 1st? Probably not. But it will still be a great achievement. It’s a distance to be respected, but you deserve all the good vibes you get afterwards, as everyone knows just what hard work it really is.

Paris Marathon 2014: The Build Up

With many of the big marathon’s you have to go to an Expo to pick up your race packet, and Paris was no different. It was only complicated by the fact that we had to go there directly from the airport, complete with our massive suitcase of luggage (We only took 1 big one in order to save EasyJet charging us for two smaller ones!) to the back end of Paris on the metro, complete with all the stairs said Metro had to offer! Not perfect marathon prep admittedly. The missus offered to do the suitcase lugging and I eventually agreed – But I looked like a proper insensitive idiot, walking around scot free while she lugged the case!

There was a bit of a queue to get in – there were some 36,000 runners to get through, but it was all outside in glorious sunshine.

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Once inside everything ran like clockwork. I had to take my medical certificate to the first desk to be stamped along with my “Convocation” and ID. This is the source of much confusion. To run a race in France you must be cleared as fit to run by a doctor. I managed to talk my doctor into giving me the all clear for a mere ¬£15, but some expect you to take up a private hour session with them for a full medical! others happily sign it for free. So it’s hit and miss. The convocation is basically your order form/receipt saying who you are and that you paid for the entry. Once this is all stamped I headed over to the desk to get my packet! Very exciting. Walked straight up and came away with it.

The next part was trickier. I wanted to change my starting pen time to Sub 4. It’s all very well me thinking that I MAY be able to get sub 4, but if I start in the 4h15 pen, I’d be slowed up massively by the traffic. I had mentally prepared a story as to why I wanted to switch, in case there was some resistance. Aside from the terrible queuing system for enquiries, I needn’t have bothered. I said I wanted to switch to sub 4 and they just gave me a sticker! And that was that!

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We wondered through the expo and picked up my goody bag – and what a bag it was! A lovely green branded drawstring bag containing nuts, a sponge for some reason (Which I’d find out later!) the usual leaflets and rather nicely, a head torch!

The Expo was a runners paradise, anything you could think of was there. In hindsight I wish I picked up a paris marathon tee shirt or two. We didn’t spend too long there, but did manage to get a couple of nice snaps at the “Finish line”

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And there was a giant wall you could sign. I can’t remember what I wrote, but I doubt it was anything too profound.

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And on the way out I got a photo of my official (Ha!) pace car!

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From there we bimbled back to the hotel. Lugging that stupid suitcase! It was blessed relief when we made it, though the hotel was small, it was clean and tidy and good value. The staff were lovely and helpful too. I’d recommend Hotel Boissiere, its close to the metro and very good value.

We spent the afternoon in Paris seeing the sights. I want to keep this to a running blog so will spare you the details, but we had a good walk along the river, put a lock on the bridge and walked through the grounds of the louvre, before heading back to the hotel, stopping for a good pasta feed on the way.

It wasn’t until we were back in the hotel room that I really got nervous. Lying in bed trying to sleep in a strange bed wasn’t the best way to get into marathon mode, but I eventually drifted off for a precious few hours before that 6.00am alarm call.

I woke up and went downstairs. I had some instant porridge pots I’d brought with me where I could just add hot water to, and the hotel were kind enough for me to use their kettle for me to smash in 2 of them. It was just what I needed. I was a curious mix of nerves and excitement and the missus was probably driven nuts by my behaviour. I got into my race gear. I looked good! She took the piss out of my union jack vest, but as far as I was concerned I was competing on international territory! It was my duty!

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We left the hotel and I was noting the temperature – it was cool but not cold, and more importantly dry. The forecast had been predicting rain all week but it looked like we got lucky. She was carrying the bag with all my stuff – saving my legs for me. I had brought a bin bag and had a cheap Primark long sleeve tee shirt on to keep warm, but it wasn’t necessary that day. We got onto the metro and the majority of those there were runners. We were a reasonable way out on a minor line but there were still a few dozen.

We had to change lines to get on the right train to the Champs Elysses where the start was – and it was like nothing I’ve ever seen. The train and station was rammed with runners, as we got off we shuffled our way out into the sunlight in time for a quick snap.

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We were a bit early. We headed toward the finish to show the missus where it was and I had a pee on the Champs Elysses – a very weird experience! I loaded up my gel belt and we headed for the start pen. The marshals were very good at getting people in. It took time, but they made sure no-one got in that shouldn’t have. She got a quick photo of me and then I started shuffling into the start pen.

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This was it.

Paris Marathon 2014: The Preparation

I regularly look back on everything that led to the Paris Marathon in retrospect. It many ways it was the greatest journey I had ever undertaken and looking back on it now its still hard to argue against.

Every year for the past 3 years I’ve entered the ballot for the London Marathon. Usually I receive my rejection and forget about it, but in the autumn of 2013 I’d been running consistently for 9 months and had my 2nd half marathon in a couple of weeks. After a few moments deliberation, I decided “Sod it, I’ll do another one!”. The halves had been great challenges for me, but I am always looking for the next one. For no other reason than to maintain the focus and determination I had already developed and ensure I had a target to follow up on.

Within an hour I had discussed it with the missus and we’d settled on going on a long weekend in Paris, taking in all the sights and after the marathon spend a couple of days in Disney. Everyone wins! Within a few moments I’d booked the flights, the hotel, and was signing up for the marathon. It asked me for my “Predicted finish time”. I didn’t know what to put. So I went to www.mcmillanrunning.com and entered in my predicted finish time for the upcoming Cardiff Half (An ambitious 1:57:59) and that fell in line with around the 4:15 – 4:30 mark. In the end I only ran 1:59:xx in Cardiff but I figured it was close enough.

I know the date, and I knew the goal. But how was I going to get there? I needed a plan. I spent ages looking for a training plan that was right for me. I know I wanted to run 5 times a week (Compared to the 4 I was running presently – I felt I needed to step up the game!) and I wanted to run 5 x 20 mile long runs. The closest I managed to find was the Bupa Intermediate Marathon Plan, which I modified a bit to do more 20 mile runs.

Some of the terminology was a bit mystifying. I didn’t really know what Intervals were, or what my training paces were meant to be. I found the training paces calculator on McMillan Running and was faced with the realisation that I had no idea how to monitor my paces! I’d been using Endomondo on my iPhone, but looking at that all the time would have been a pain in the backside. So I made the executive decision that I needed a Garmin. Yet more research and money later (So far this marathon had reached the ¬£700 mark…) I had the brilliant Garmin Forerunner 220, which I’ll review some time.

The great thing about the Forerunner 220 was that I could program my “Workouts” into the calendar and sync them to the watch! So I could go for a run and the watch would tell me how fast to run, for how far, or for how long! It would beep at me when I was under or overdoing it, and I could analyse the data in minute detail afterwards. Great for a stat addict like me.

So the building blocks were coming together. I took the Marathon date and worked backwards. My training plan started before Christmas! Well, if I needed to stop being indulgent over Christmas then the prospect of dragging myself 26.2 miles round the streets of Paris was a big enough incentive.

Then I came across a post on the Runners World forum. People were saying how a 1lb¬†weight loss could make you faster by as much as 2 seconds a mile. In my head I figured that meant if I lost a stone or more I would be faster. (Looking back now I can think… well durr! Of course you’ll be faster there will be less of you to carry around). This gave me some added resolve to renew my weight loss efforts.

Training wise, i stuck to the plan meticulously. Despite Somerset having the wettest, most miserable winter on record, I pounded the pavements when the plan told me to religiously. I hit all my target times, paces etc except for a handful of sessions, and only had to drop one run from the whole plan. I experimented successfully with gels so I knew what to take on race day, I ran long and I ran far. I worked harder than I ever have before.

At the same time, I was logging everything that crossed my lips into MyFitnessPal. The combination of the two was working and I was losing weight like never before. I felt good. I researched race day nutrition and bought supplies to take with me to Paris. I tested. I OBSESSED with every detail.

Oh, and I bought an engagement ring. Shhh!

Part of my training plan was to run a half marathon warmup race a few weeks before. I signed up a long way in advance to the Fleet Half Marathon. This event deserves its own review, which I may well do when I run it again this year! What a great event. My target, to be on track with my 4:15:00 marathon plan was to run 1:54:xx. But I felt amazing. I went out at around 8:10 a mile and felt comfortable. After the first smaller lap I was still comfortable. It wasn’t until around mile 11 until I struggled, but by that point I knew I could hold on! Quick mental arithmetic meant I could go under 1:50!! I gave it absolutely everything! There was a horrible hill before the final 300 yards and I reached the summit spent. Just the downhill section to go for less than a regulation track lap. From somewhere I managed a kick and sprinted to the end. I stopped the watch. 1:48:35! I was absolutely ecstatic!

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Unfortunately, I had no-one there at the finish line. The missus was unavailable and I’d driven myself. But I’d never felt anything like it.

I only had one week left before the taper.

All the training had been done.

I was fit.

I had just set a massive Half Marathon PB.

Could it be possible to go around Paris in Sub 4?