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Things I learnt from my weekend at the Paris marathon.
1. Unlike every race I've been in, the organisers of the Paris marathon do not furnish you with safety pins for attaching your bib.
The solution in the end for the above dilemma was to have the pharmacist staple it to my chest. We had a 75% success rate with just one dropping off before the end of the race.
What's that all about? Imagine packing to go on holiday ... Passport-CHECK, Tickets-CHECK, safety pins-CHECK.
The race itself went quite well. I started at the 3h 45m balloon. When you enter the race you predict the time that you are likely to do so that if you are a 200 pound straggler you won't hold up the people with ability by blocking the Champs d'Elysée with your girth and a trolley of treats. So they have pace-setters who run at the pace that you have predicted for yourself and you identify these people by coloured balloons pinned to their back. They look a bit moronic but you're hardly going to say this to very fit French people.
My target time in reality was 3h 30m which was an average time of 5min per km.
These were calculated using a GPS watch I was wearing and are not that accurate in parts - but anyway my finish time was 3h 44m so a little disappointing. But I really did do my best and despite good conditions, I struggled with an injury from about the 8th kilometer on. The last 10km were hell on two feet,
Most importantly, the collection for the Irish Cancer Society currently sits over 1200EUR and everyone has been extremely generous for a very worthy cause.
The rest of the holiday was great. Paris is wonderful, great city. Only problem of course were the smokers in bars and restaurants, something that's been gone from Ireland for over 12 months. Kind of ironic that I'm collecting money for cancer research and treatment and have to put up with cancer been blown in my face for four days. Hopefully the rest of the world will leave the dark ages, catch up with Ireland and relegate this outcast behaviour to the past.
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