Marathon Man

So... Marathon day. Naturally we would have preferred to have gone by train but despite this being the 21^st Century the country is still unable to run these things before 9am on a Sunday. So we drive there, although we do get a great parking spot right in the centre of Birmingham. From where I get the shuttle bus to the start at the Alexander Stadium while L starts limbering up in readiness for the shops opening.

I have printed her off a map of the route, on which she complains that they haven’t marked Waterstones. They’ve not marked much to be fair but I’m sure she’ll cope.

There are two start times 8.30am and 9.30am. As a Marathon virgin I have been placed in the latter category. It would have nice if everyone could have started together but I guess the current start area simply isn't big enough.

I line up wearing my new barely broken in trainers behind two girls who have labels on their backs saying ‘I’m running for...’ erm ‘Gin’ and ‘Sex’. I suppose it’s a conversation starter but no one’s talking at the moment everyone looks far too worried for chitchat.

This is the rebirth of the Birmingham Marathon. The original, known as the People’s Marathon, started in 1980 which was a year before the inception of the London Marathon. It ran for six years until 1985 and apparently included the M42 (before it was finished). Now it’s back.

So off we go. I like the course which runs us into the city centre before a two lap loop of a large chunk of the usual Half Marathon course. This included Cannon Hill Park, Cadburys and the Edgbaston Cricket Ground. Plenty of people didn’t like the two lap bit but I do like to know where I’m going, as I did second time around. I wouldn’t have wanted to do a third though.

I set off at nine minute mile pace as planned but clearly subconsciously I found this simply too pedestrian as I soon speeded up. Suddenly not four hours but three hours fifty minutes looks briefly on but only briefly.

The atmosphere was good and there were plenty of designated ‘cheering points’ but there were actually plenty of people cheering all the way around at presumably unauthorised points. The route could have perhaps done with a few more bands and there was also no beer stop like at the Great North Run. So they’ll have to sort that omission out.

By half way I have used up all the energy gels I had carried with me and L hands me a few more as I push into the uncharted waters of the second half marathon of the marathon. They are handing gels out at a few points but it would be better if they were available at all the feed stations and a sports drink would be nice too.

I had left a sports bar with L but I don’t take it, which was probably a mistake, as I do start to feel a bit low on energy and start taking jelly babies off the crowd. I discover that it you nibble them slowly you don’t choke on them, which is a bonus. However Haribos and wine gums turn out to be deadly. They are totally inedible and chewy, so I spit them out and go begging for more jelly babies.

Things are going really well until I suffer a minor meltdown at 24 miles. Is this what they call ‘The Wall’? To be honest it’s more of a privet hedge. I start feeling a bit light headed, so I walk for a bit and pour water over my head. This ruins my target time and I slip outside four hours pace as I finish in 4:02.

Bizarrely Erdinger hadn’t sponsored this one and they hand me a bottle of water when I cross the line. How quaint and old fashioned. It was only the one bottle though, which wasn’t enough and I downed mine in one go. I very nearly had to cause a scene in the Sack Of Potatoes pub in order to obtain more fluids.

That’s where I end up by the way, on the grass outside said pub, which is just out of crawling range. Apart from more water, I would have liked a massage but although I can see the sign it might as well be several miles away.

I have informed L where I am and now I await rescue. She says don’t move. That’s easy, I can’t move. She soon found me because she recognised my legs sticking out from under the park bench. I had tried to sit on the bench but hadn’t quite managed it.

I have raided the Goodie Bag but I have to say if this is your typical Marathon Goodie Bag then I’m disappointed. There’s barely anything to eat in it and not much to drink either but I do love the T-shirt.

Apparently I came 1506th out of 5204. Naturally I’m gutted not to make the top 1500 but that’s not too bad for a first effort.

To top it all Derby beat Forest 2-0, with my brother sat in my seat. However, the gloss somewhat goes off the day when I get a text to say that an old school friend of mine, who I still see regularly, has gone missing.

Later I finally get to refuel with a night in the Crafty Crow. 

(Sunday 15^th October)

Beating The Rush

So now it’s time to leave 'Glasto' (as the cool 'dudes' call it) and I’m really sad to. A few of our neighbours have already gone on Sunday night and we get up a 6am to beat the rush. However most of the rush are already up, packed and ready to go. Consequently we have to wait almost an hour to get the shuttle bus back to Castle Cary but once on it, they navigate us down another traffic free route and at the station a train is there waiting for us.

We are soon back at Bristol Temple Meads where we have time for a Full English Breakfast before getting the train back to Derby and then the bus back to Nottingham. We are reunited with the dogs by 2.15pm which is actually too soon as the kennels are shut 1pm - 3pm but we don’t realise this and they let us spring them free.

I need to make it up with MD quickly as we’re dog training tonight.

(Monday 29^th June)

The Acid Test

My legs are tired but I still managed the stairs at work ok which is always the acid test. I also feel like I’ve got sunburn on my face, either that or wind burn.

The results are in. I just missed the top 1500 out of nearly 12500. Pleased with that.

There’s no doubt Reading was a big success but what of Derby’s Kilomathon which was also on yesterday. We spurned it because firstly it was £45 up from £30 in 2010 and because it was no longer between Nottingham and Derby but had become just a jaunt around the Derby suburbs. Radio Derby said this morning that around a thousand people ran it, which if that’s right, it’s an awful lot down on last year’s entry of over 4000. When the results are posted later it is confirmed that there were only 950 finishers and I bet some of those didn't realise about the route change when they entered.

In addition there were only 92 in the Half Kilomathon. The Half finished at the mid way point of the main race in Stenson and a shuttle bus then took them to the real finish at Moorways Athletics Stadium. Well at least they wouldn’t have needed many buses.

Awful statistics really. The Scottish Kilomathon attracted 1700 entries last year, so the Nottingham to Derby event was their biggest one. It was not a great business decision to tamper too heavily with a race that pulled over 4000 runners and then lose 3000 of them.

Hopefully they'll have learned a lesson, about the price and the route, and they’ll have another go at Nottingham to Derby next year but I doubt it. I’d be surprised if the Kilomathon comes back to Derby after all the grief they’ve had, Radio Derby have made a big thing about a disabled guy who wasn’t allowed to compete.

Dog training again tonight and I come back injured, bleeding from a hand wound. The lengths I go to for that dog’s agility career. Stupid of me to shut my finger in the storeroom door though.

(Monday 21st March)