Lisbon Half Marathon - Race Report

After wandering around Lisbon (around 5 miles in the end due to a miscalculation in the distance) on an overcast, windy and wet Saturday prior to Sunday's race, I got a sunburnt head. So did eatingtrees actually. Plus LG's face was pretty rosey too. Silly. Everyone knows you burn in overcast conditions but I thought, 'well if that's the worse that happens, it'll be a great weekend'...... And it was. Awesome food, fantastic company and a great city although I have to say I preferred Prague last year.

Once we'd found the expo and got our race numbers, timing chips and had eaten more traditional custard tarts in Pasteis de Nata than I will ever admit to on here, a couple of things struck me. Firstly: Why no technical t-shirt? A black and gold trim Adidas affair is not exactly what I was looking for. In fact, I doubt that cotton t-shirt will ever see the light of day again! The second black mark was the timing chip. I love the ones you put on with sandwich ties. So easy to cut off at the end and no having to unthread the damn things from your laces!! We had the unthread your laces ones. Mind you, that may have saved me come the end but more on that later. The third black mark was nowhere to store anything. Basically, whatever you took with you to keep you warm/dry/fed/watered for the hour or 2 before the start, you carried or binned come 10:30am.

What we thought was going to be a tough journey to the start however, was very easy. Plus with the sun starting to shine (although half of the bridge was covered in mist), some music blaring, the helicopter circling and a generally great feeling among the athletes I had a big smile on my face. This particular event had been my idea, a PB was a very outside possibility and the start was over a brigde that spanned over 2km. I don't care what anyone says, that's an amazing way to start a race and such a cool thing to be a part of.

THE START AND THE BRIDGE

The start to 3km was all good. Great atmosphere and a great feeling. Then we hit concrete where there was an instant rise in temperature (later confirmed around the 18 degrees but hotter in direct sun). 3km to 5km was still OK. Timings not amazing but OK. 5km to 7.5km started to hurt but that's when I saw LG, camera in hand and cheering loudly which really helped. The next 2.5km was OK too as I knew I'd see LG again in a minute. More photo's of a fat bloke running (yep, me) and I was gone.

10k time was somewhere in the 54/55 minute region which in that heat I thought was respectable. I just needed to get through it. 11km was EXACTLY 1:01:00. I now had a 10k to do and I was home. I knew there was no PB anywhere near at that point because I was already slowing badly but little did I know what was waiting! The longest bit of the course goes from 8.5km to 18km in one long straight Not a corner in sight! I was at 11km, already struggling and knew I had another 7km before I could even turn back round and aim for the finish. It was horrible!!! The train that LG was on, ran parallel to the course and when I next saw her at 15km, there was no camera and a large look of concern on her face. I must have looked a complete state for her to look that concerned. I later found that she'd seen me when the train had gone past and I had looked awful! She even tried to run a few steps with me as support which was lovely but I told her to stop pretty quickly. A pregnant lady in jeans should not try and run with their half-dead looking boyfriend in direct sunlight!

However, it got worse, by 16km, I just wanted to stop, find a curb and cry. I have honestly never felt like giving up on anything more than during this race. Around 16.5 - 17km I did something that I had never done before. I stopped and walked for 30 secs or so. I have always been so proud that I'd never walked during a Half Marathon but I can say that no more. As soon as I did, I knew I'd made a mistake. My legs were like jelly and my head was extremely dizzy. I think there was some dehydration there although I made sure I drank at every water station as well as carrying my own bottle all the way round. I got running again but really wanted some water. I had to wait until well after 18km until I found some. Then I devoured some while walking for the 2nd time ever! I kept half a bottle with me though in case I saw eatingtrees. I had no idea where he was as I'd been in my own world for so long, he could have gone straight past me! I did see him on the other side and after getting his attention, I gave him the bottle because if he was suffering anything like I was, he'd want the water. I ambled on and after one more quick walking stint around the 20km mark, I came over the line in 2:09:44. A personal worst and 15 minutes over my PB. I felt awful and not just because of the time. This one hit me mentally. If LG had been able to get anywhere near the finish line, I think I would have just grabbed her and sobbed. Remember the second black mark and the timing chip??? That's what saved me from bursting into tears! The concentration required to get down there and undo, unlace, re-lace and re-tie my shoes stopped me from breaking down. When I saw eatingtrees once he'd finished, all I could do was apologise for suggesting the damn thing in the first place.

As this reads like a cry for help, I feel I need to finish on something slightly more positive so here goes. Firstly, I don't own a better looking medal than this one and as for Lisbon, it's great. Go there and do the Half Marathon. It's a really quick course and you'll enjoy every moment of it. Tadese certainly did... he broke the world record at exactly the same moment I was starting my rapid decline. Well done to him and everyone else who completed it, there were many unfortunate people that didn't.

Lisbon here I come

My preparation for this Half Marathon has been at best, occasional and at worst lazy but I honestly can't wait. I've only heard positive comments about Lisbon so 3 days hanging around with eatingtrees and LG in a new city will be wonderful and ruined only be the 13.1 miles in the middle. Oh crap, haven't packed the Ibuprofen, back in a tick......

Right, that's in the case. I need it because of the pain I was getting in the top of my foot last week and the thing I remember more than anything about that pain last time I got it is that it generally comes back for more quite often.I don't think my 'if you can't solve the pain, mask it' theory should be followed too much but if it gets me through the 13.1 wonderful (he says at the moment) miles through Lisbon then it would have done what it needed to.

My pre trip thoughts are as follows:
1. I haven't done enough training to get a PB.
2. The course is meant to be quick so I might get a PB.
3. It's going to be somewhere in the region of 16-20 degrees so I won't get a PB

Basically, I have no idea. I reckon I'll finish somewhere between the 1:54 and 1:59 area. That's a big difference but I just can't work it out. It'll be strange running in hotter weather again through. The cap's even had to be packed to stop my head burning and turning me into a tomato (not for the first time). Annoyingly, current forecasts predict rain throughout the entire weekend except when we're running when it's going to be warm and sunny!! Bah!!!

OK, haven't actually finished packing yet so I really need to get it sorted as it's less than 4 hrs til I'm off to the airport! See ya!

Time - It makes a great sound as it whizzes by

Where the hell has my week gone?!? I'm sure that since Wednesday morning, time has become this strange wavy, wiggling thing (and not in a scientific way) that has stolen hours from me at random. In fact, probably not that randomly. They seem to have been stolen from sleep and added to driving and other work things.

I didn't want to run on Monday but I did! Ran home from work and knocked off 30 seconds a mile from the
previous week. Happy but still not anywhere near my 10k time last weekend. Mind you, I can't expect it to be once I add the heavy rucksack, curbs, slow walking people, Hammersmith one way system, people getting off buses straight into your path and fumes. Add these to the Richmond Park 10k and my time may have suffered.

I haven't had a chance to run since with the working, driving and early morning starts this week (again mine and eatingtrees' life start to run in parallel!) but I have a 10 miler planned for the morning and then a drive to the airport to pick up LG depending on what the RAC man says about the car when he comes visit later on with his computer! (It broke. I didn't do nuffin'!)

Then it'll be 2 weeks until the Lisbon half which I can't wait for although let's be honest, the time definitely isn't going to be that great with this training schedule I've been working to of 'when I can, I will'.

Eu estou indo a Lisboa*

This week appears to be 'do something stupid you probably shouldn't week' and I'm doing pretty well so far!

Firstly I've put my application form in and sent the payment over for joining the Wimbledon Windmilers. It's a running club. I'm going to pay someone else an annual fee to do what I've managed to do on my own for about a year and a bit. Why?!? Well in all honesty because:

a)it's something different
b)I think it will improve me as a runner
c)I'll meet/run/race with and against others which will be a bit of extra motivation and
d)It'll help with the whole hills and sprints part of my training that I tend to get a little lazy on. Oh and I'll also get a discount when I sign up for races. OK then, not as stupid as it first seems.

Secondly, I've registered for the Lisbon Half Marathon in March. Because there's a lot of down-hill sections at the start, it's meant to have some serious PB potential which is a good kick up the back side and to be honest, the other option on that weekend was Fleet. Now no disrespect to Fleet but come on. Lisbon or Fleet. What would you decide?? OK, again, not the worst decision.

Thirdly, for this little Lisbon trip, I've booked the hotel. I'm hoping that LG and eatingtrees aren't expecting too much from their £13 a night. I may regret this decision!!

Fourthly, LG who hasn't shown the strongest enthusiasm for running since the summer, yesterday went and spent £80 being kitted out for new trainers especially for her feet and running style. Now £80's not a bad price but I now know she has no excuse not to get running! I suspect she may regret that decision once I start nagging about 10k's and H.M's.

And finally... the person who said this will remain nameless but, yesterday when I was talking about Lisbon this person said 'Is that in Northern or Southern Spain?'. My silence said it all. This person has a vast knowledge of the world so I think I'll have to put that one down to a lapse but if you read this... you know who you are and should be ashamed!

*Babelfish did the translation and I take no responsibility for it! I no speeka portugeeeees.