Dublin City Marathon 2010 Report

another year – another marathon! 2 down and one can only guess as to how many more marathons the knees have in them – hopefully plenty!
Someone recently described the marathon as being the closest an adult gets to reliving the anticipation and build up of Christmas morning. The combination of nerves, excitement and severe lack of ability to sleep the night before really do bring you back to a child like experience.

Thankfully, this years Dublin Marathon report was just as successful as last years and that person was wrong – it’s far better than Christmas morning.

Seeing as it’s a little over a week since the marathon finished, all aches and pains have subsided and one can now almost contemplate thinking about next year.

While I’ve only run 2 marathons, something tells me that there are many aspects of running a Dublin marathon that will never change no many how many of them you run:

  • the wonderful excitement and sense of camaraderie of standing amongst 13,000+ other nutjobs who have all surfaced before 06:45 on a Bank Holiday Monday morning all knowing that this is the climax of months and months of sacrifice, hard training and commitment
  • the first 13 miles will always make you wonder why you trained so much in the first place – sure isn’t this a doddle
  • miles 18-20 will quickly remind you why
  • miles 20-22 will make you dig deep to ask questions of yourself
  • miles 22-24 will make you question your own sanity
  • miles 24-26 are those bitter sweet miles when you’re so close but so so far
  • the final .2 really does matter

Monday 25th October was another glorious autumn day – just like last year. The weather Gods are clearly fond of this marathon – any why wouldn’t they be. Dublin of autumn day when the streets are closed to traffic and filled with it’s most generous and supportive citizens is a beautiful sight to behold. A heard a number of international marathoners chatting afterwards who seemed to be taken aback as to just how good the experience was.

So to the race itself. Having ran sub 4 last year I was determined at a minimum I was going to repeat that. My training this year hadn’t gone quite to plan and early year ambitions of running a seriously fast pace had long disappeared. I had however managed to keep running reasonably consistently over the year and had trained well the last few months with only a few minor niggles so 03:45 was the target.

Once again I decided to stick close to the pacers for the race. Folks if you’re considering running Dublin next year and you’ve never run a marathon before I have only one piece of advice – stick with the pacers – they will get you home.

The gun went at 9 on the button. The route was largely unchanged. I really great part of this years experience was being able to take in more about the race, the crowd and the sights second time around. Less worried about staying upright and more about enjoying the whole experience!

I lovely run around North Dublin peaks with the passage through the Phoenix Park which was truly magical. I’ve ran many races in the park but today it just seems to shine in the chilly, crisp autumn air. The steam rising into the crisp air from the long and winding marathon pack was a sight to behold – although it doesn’t read that way writing about it now!

Cheerleaders were out in force again at their usual spots and had brought a few more souls willing to give up their warm beds on a bank holiday. Thanks a million to you all.

Despite a couple of mini scares with tight muscles in knees and thighs at various points around the course the body behaved itself impeccably thankfully. I never let the pacers beyond my sight but stayed well back so I could run my own race.

It’s also funny how bits of the race you remember taking ages flew by this year and other bits which you had almost glossed completely over in your mind feeling like 5 mile extensions to the route.

Despite the leg muscles getting very tight and weary after 21 miles, I maintained pace with the pacers and cardio wise there were no problems – in fact breathing pace was very comfortable. I think for my next marathon I’m really going to have to up my training mileage to get the most out of the legs in the final 6 miles to improve overall times.

Once we hit Grand Canal Bridge it was time to up the pace and see if a few seconds could be knocked off the 03:45. The pacers must have also been thinking the same thing because they were also hammering home! Eventually I caught them just outside Trinity. I thanked the lads for effectively acting as my guides for the last 03:40 mins and they told me to pass them – I didn’t need to be asked twice – foot down again!

I would also wager that the final few hundred yards of a marathon should be the stuff of deep medical research to ascertain just exactly how so many physically and emotionally broken people can sweep all that to one side and be reincarnated as Usain Bolt look a likes for the final stretch. Honestly, bottle that stuff and you’ve got a winner.

So in the end I slipped in under the 03:45 to finish in 03:43:12 which I was delighted about. A few days of acute leg pain and a bit of a post marathon cold which is now fading away are a small price to pay for the immense sense of completion when you finally cross that line and can finally tell your legs to stop running.

Time to rest a bit….. and then to plan the next one……

My Dublin City Marathon ’09 Report

well there’s a blog post title I never thought I’d write as an actual race participant!

Yours truly somewhere around Mile 10-11 in the Dublin Marathon 2009

Yours truly somewhere around Mile 10-11 in the Dublin Marathon 2009

but after being compelled by some of the brilliant marathon reports popping up today I thought it would be a worthwhile task to knock out a quick report on my own experience running my first ever marathon (still sounds strange to say I’ve run a marathon)

So here’s a quick run down of the drama of the day.

Weeks of self-imposed house arrest were taking their toll. There’s only so much pasta, bagels and club energise one person can take.

Honestly will not be touching any of the aforementioned substances until at least 2010.

Finally after lots of waiting, it was Monday morning and time for the big day.

I don’t think I’ve ever been up at 6.45 on a bank holiday Monday – unless it was a continuation of a previous evening’s debauchery.

That definitely wasn’t the case yesterday morning. Half a bagel later (couldn’t face a whole one), last few checks to make sure all essential items were in place and out the door for the luas into the starting line.

We got to the starting pens around 8:30 to find a sizable crowd already in place. Commence some swift stretching and some last minute toilet trips and then it was into the breach along with the other 12,748.

Think the Garda Band were on duty and someone also belted out the National Anthem just before the gun went off. Hairs on backs of necks stuff.

Then before you knew it, we were off.

The feet and body in general were bouncing along nicely for the first 3 or 4 miles around North Dublin. In the distance I spotted the Black pacer balloons come into view. Slow down Colm I thought to myself – they are the 3.45 or 3.30 pacers. As I got nearer to them jogging down North Circular Road and my crap eyesight finally was able to make out the time on the balloons I was shocked to realise they were the 4hour pacers! Hmm, I was running a slow pace it seemed after all.

So head went down going into Phoenix Park. Quick toilet break later and I was hot on the heels of the 4 hour pacers.

I passed the 4 hour pacers mid way though the Phoenix Park and was determined to get a few minutes ahead of them knowing I would probably crash and burn over the last 6 miles. The run through the park was beautiful. Someone clearly has a direct line with the weather Gods as it seems the wind and rain was paused for the duration of the marathon and the 6 hours either side of it. The sun was out and it suddenly felt like the middle of July!

So out of the park we went and up towards Crumlin. There is a very nasty climb there which I wasn’t prepared for. Took the wind out of the sails a bit. Nevertheless onwards and upwards.

Shortly afterwards passed the first of our cheerleaders for the day. You know who you are. Honestly, having someone come out to support you on a day like this is what really makes it extra special.

It was somewhere a little further up the road that the backs of the knees started giving out. New pains here. Feck.

Think I took off too quickly after passing the 4h pacers. Completed 13.1 in 1h55m – not a bad recovery from the first few miles and yes I had been running too fast to compensate for the slow start.

So I backed off and slowed the pace down. I also took my first gel (ever). Woah – instant energy boost – these things really work. I went against all accepted wisdom about NOT experimenting with new variables on the big day and it was a risk but it paid off. Cramps gone. Energy in overdrive. Happy Days.

I made a quick pitstop again at mile 15 (thank God they have portaloos on the course) and back on the road. Had a really good spell then from 15 through to Milltown (more cheerleaders in Milltown – thanks guys) and up towards Clonskea. The legs then started to get a bit tired. Turning back up towards UCD and the long steady climb of Nutley Lane was a killer – an absolute killer. The locals were out in force like the know the hill well and their support was dragging people up the hill. Then a nice long descent.

Then on to Stillorgan dualer. Up again over UCD flyover – honestly you’re just making us go up hills now.

It got very tight down the right hand side of the dualer back towards the Merrion turnoff. More downhill – nice.

General fatigue is really kicking in now. Debating whether to take my last gel at this point or to hold it for Mile 22/23.

Just then I spot someone giving out the High5 gels. It’s not my usual (i know I’ve only taken 2 in my whole life and that was in the previous 2 hours but you know the way) Powerbar gel brand but I knock it back ending my previous debate. Jeasus it was nasty! Didn’t get the same kick as with the Powerbar ones. Fatigue still weighing me down. Now is the time you have to dig deep and look for something extra. You start creating little mini-goals to keep you focused on the task at hand. Little by little you keep getting closer to the end. Every time little doubts creep in you squash them as best you can with more mental games and positive thoughts. Only 3 miles to go – sure that’s nothing.

Now it’s time to eat every little bit of sugar in sight (feeling sick) knock the last gel and guzzle yet more water and energise.

Over the Grand Canal Bridge and on to Grand Canal Street. Our cheerleaders have made it back into town and they’ve added a few more familiar faces.

A combination of the last gel, our cheer leaders and the general increased crowds activate the afterburners and the new lease of life now has me tearing home.

Rounding the last corner at Grafton Street and Nassau Street is a truly amazing sensation.

There it is.

Finish Line in Sight.

3h something on the clock.

Foot down. Full on sprint it is.

I don’t remember much after that other than lots of noise and a blur of faces in the crowds. I nearly ran into some other girl who was crossing the line just in front of me.

In hindsight I might have slowed down to truly take in the last few hundred yards and crossed the line with no one else tumbling over the line beside me.

Feck that. Nothing was stopping me getting over that finish line as soon as possible!

Strange emotions

Relief, joy and massive sense of achievement as you might expect.

But also a sense that you’ve just experienced something you’ll never experience again – no matter how many marathons you run in the future.

It was definitely tough – the toughest thing I’ve ever undertaken. But the race itself was only really really tough for the last hour. Up to that things were surprisingly easy (and I use easy in a very loose sense of the word – in that it was not as excruitatingly painful as I was expecting it to be!)

In fact, I’d say the toughest thing about running a marathon is not the race itself but the preparation that goes into it. Hell, the first time I ran 20 miles was probably tougher than the actual marathon. It’s all well and good running a race with thousands of people to spur you on but it’s a whole other matter to get off your arse on a Sunday morning in the wind and rain and put in 3 hours on your own with just the ipod for company. There were times yesterday were the miles just melted away almost too quickly if that makes any sense! I know it doesn’t even make sense to me!


  • supporters everywhere – you make this event what it is
  • runner everywhere – the sense of togetherness amongst marathoners is unrivalled
  • the wall of noise from Grand Canal all the way to the finish – feels like a lap of honour in the olympics
  • pacers – brilliant idea – this one should be back next year – you kept me on track for sub 4 hours
  • the organisers – meticulous planning is obvious everywhere – well done
  • the DJ in Crumlin belting out Black Eyed Peas – honestly I wanted to stop – you guys looked like ye were having fun
  • the weather gods
  • the nutters on drums outside every Spar – brilliant energy injection every time
  • Pints in the Mont Clare afterwards
  • Guilt free Junk food for a nice treat later on

So came home in a final chip time of 3h 56m 03s

Well chuffed to have finished at all.

Looking forward to the next one.


Best paninis in Dublin – Er Buchetto, Ranelagh

been going there for years.

why does Dublin not have more of these kind of places?

cheap. tasty. fast. good service. consistent.

these guys typify the kind of business that this country needs a lot of more of to get us out of the mess we’re in.

go check ’em now.

Buchetto Panini and Soup

Buchetto Panini and Soup