The Berlin Marathon, one of the most iconic running events in the world, took place on September 24th, and I had the incredible opportunity to participate alongside my partner Henri, sister Hannah, friend Lucy, and a client of mine, Sarah. The race was a memorable experience filled with both highs and lows, as well as a few unexpected challenges along the way. Join me as I share my journey through the Berlin Marathon, from the pre-race excitement to the unforgettable moments that unfolded during the 42.195 kilometers.
A Dirty Start:
As any marathon runner knows, race day starts early and typically involves a visit to the portaloos. However, the queue for the facilities was incredibly long, and I was eager to get to the starting line so I decided to venture into a nearby woodland area, thinking it would be a quick and convenient solution. Little did I know that this decision would lead to one of the most unusual race-day incidents. Upon emerging from the woods, I discovered my shoes were covered in mud. I attempted to wipe it away with my hands, only to realise, to my horror, that it was not mud but what could only be described as human SHIT.
Overcoming the Unexpected:
With no time to waste, I had to clean up quickly, using whatever resources I could find at the start line, including runners unwanted jumpers, water and antibacterial gel. This meant that I missed my designated start time and found myself weaving in and out of the other runners. Despite this SHITTY setback, I was determined to focus on the race and enjoy the experience.
A Tummy Trouble:
Around the 34-kilometer mark, I had managed to settle into a comfortable pace and was feeling great, encouraged by the cheering of my family and friends along the route. But, as they handed me some Percy Pigs, my stomach had other plans. Within minutes of consuming the sweet treats, I unexpectedly projectile vomited, much to the shock of a nearby spectator. I continued the race, albeit slowly, battling both physical discomfort and embarrassment.
The Strangest Burp:
Soon after, I felt the need to slow down and crouch on the floor in anticipation of another bout of sick. But this time, it wasn't vomit that emerged, but the most peculiar, burp that seemed to come from the depths of my belly, lasting for what felt like forever. I was not a happy Chappy and so called Mum, who was there to tell me she was only 1km away and to try get to her. Suddenly, I felt an unexpected burst of energy and managed to complete the marathon with a smile, capturing some cool finish line photos along the way.
Looking Ahead to London:
Despite the unconventional challenges I faced during the Berlin Marathon, I've applied for a good-for-age entry to the London Marathon in April, hoping for a smoother and less eventful race experience. In a strange twist of fate, I've had two unusual encounters with "poo" during my training and race day, but I'm hopeful for better luck in my future races.
I now sit and wait to see whether I have made it into the London Marathon hoping for fewer "shitty" encounters along the way. But I'm proud to say that I completed the Berlin Marathon in an 3 hours and 33 minutes.