Earlier today I had the opportunity to run the berlin marathon. For the last few days I haven't gotten much sleep and last night was no exception. As usual, woke up at around 330, falling in and out of consciousness until 5, excited for the day ahead. I headed out to the marathon at around 730, hoping to get near the front of my corral by 815. When I arrived at the Brandenburg gate, near the starting line, I made a wrong turn for the baggage check. For about 10 minutes I continued on my path, increasingly noticing none of my fellow runners were carrying bags. When I found out where bag check was, I had to run if I were to make the start of the race, not a good way to begin. I ended up having to run about 2 km and weaving through many confused and lost participants. After dropping off my bag, I had to make another dash of a over a half km to make the start. Luckily I made to the the corral just as the gun went off. Unfortunately I was at the back of the corral, meaning I would have to weave through hundreds of people to reach my desired pace, burning more energy than I would have liked.
The race was somewhat difficult in the beginning as there were some bottle necking points, but I could tell that this race was going to be crazy as thousands of spectators cheered us on in the first few kms. While it was only 7 or 8 degrees outside, the sun was out and shining. It was going to warm up and be a beautiful day. Even though I had a rough start to the day, I felt pretty good, finding open gaps and weaving in and out of traffic. I decided not to run with an ipod for this marathon and try to take in and appreciate my surroundings. good thing too as there were supposedly 80 bands performing and plenty of entertainment. At around the 10km mark I saw a guy dressed as Mario for super Mario bros and thought it was pretty funny.
When I reached the 20km mark, I was only a few minutes off my desired time and thought that was pretty good seeing how the day started. It's funny how your body and mind can quickly turn on you, as only 1.1 km later, at the half way point, my body decided to quit on me. It started with very sharp pain in my right foot. For the first 20 km, I was passing people, now those behind me were starting to catch up and passing me. At the 25 km mark, my stomach started to cramp and it seemed that the number of runners passing increased exponentially by the minute. I had been constantly running up to this point but now I had to pull over hoping this gut punch would go away. It didn't. Every km or so I had to pull over for an 20-30 second breather. Plus, my foot was getting worse.
At 30 km I had to wonder what kind of damage I was inflicting upon myself. I had never felt a pain like this and it started to work its way up my calves and knees. My strides were getting much shorter and my breaks were longer and more frequent. Should I stop and tap out?
I soon started thinking of a Winston Churchill quote at this point. "Never ever, ever, ever, ever give up" (I read it on an inspirational card once, I'm not a historian or anything like that). I also saw a shirt that read "pain in inevitable, suffering is optional". These motivational words were much needed. Even if I was going to have to walk long stretches I would finish.
The crowd support was absolutely amazing. For all 42.195 km, there were large groups making noise and encouraging you. Every walk break I took, the crowd was there calling out my name and pushing me to keep going. At the 40km I looked like I was going to die. My running pace consisted of me dragging my feet. The crowds were getting more dense and louder. "Only two more kilometres!" an older man told me. I was able to keep running but with about 1.2 km left I had to hunch over with my hands on my knees. It couldn't have been for more than 5 seconds before another runner tapped me on the shoulder and while passing me said "Let's go!". There have been marathons I've run before where at the 40km mark I had to be careful with how much i pushed myself because of the possibility of heat exhaustion or dehydration. This was not one of those times. I had not sweat that much during the day, only physical pain was holding me back. I can push myself for 1 more km. I picked up my pace and could see the Brandenburg gate. I did my best sprint attempt and crossed the finish line. The time on the clock was about 3:40, I ended up with a chip time of 3:37 and some odd seconds. My second worst time, I felt some disappointment but did not feel defeated. The experience was absolutely incredible and was without a doubt the greatest marathon I had experienced.
After crossing the finish line I grabbed some food and drink. I then saw that Wilson Kipsang had set the world record for the marathon distance with a time of 2:03:23. I believe this is the second time he won this race and set the world record. (Correction: this is Wilson Kipsang's first win at berlin and first WR title)
When trying to sit down I resembled Frankenstein's monster. My knees did not want to cooperate and bend. Trying to leave the finishers area was crazy as there was an entire field of people laying on the grass resting and recovering as seen here
The finishing area had an amazing atmosphere with a large beer garden, reasonably priced food and grandstands. The crowd definitely saw this event as a celebration. I think the reason why berliners embrace this event is because after the fall of the wall, it was decided that the marathon would pass through the Brandenburg gate, so this event is a symbol and reminder of the unification of Germany. I tried to take some pictures of people crossing the Brandenburg gate, but there were too many people to get quality pictures and a good look at the runners
I moved closer to the finish line and got a much better view. To see the expression on everyone's faces was amazing and put a smile on my face. People were smiling, laughing, crying and pumping up the crowd. They had pushed themselves to the limit and in moments were going to celebrate. A lot of runners were showing their national pride, wearing their flag as they crossed (the Danish especially).