Race 25: Lisbon Half Marathon, Lisbon, Portugal, 22nd March 2015

LisbonHalfMarathonMapAs is well known, correlation does imply causality: it is the second race in 6 months in which I’ve participated where a World or European record has been broken. So, if you’re looking to break a record, I look forward to seeing you in Rotterdam in 3 weeks’ time. Just saying…

Pippa (1st Brit!) and Ed  at  the end of the weekend's other race!
Pippa (1st Brit!) and Ed at the end of the weekend’s other race!

The Lisbon Half-Marathon was a strange race where both the organisers and I seemed to have got many things right but forgotten the basics: in my case, not setting off too fast; in the organisers’ case, well, just organising the whole thing properly.

On the plus side, they did some things really well such as a really flat course, good marshalling throughout, well-stocked refuelling stations, a free 7km race for international runners (Pippa & Ed!) the day before and nice medals.

On the downside, the Portuguese seem to enjoy the idea of queues, but not  necessarily enjoy queuing… Although there were only a handful of people in front of me to pick up the race numbers on Thursday morning, it still took over 45 painful, sauna-like, minutes to go through a process which somehow involved lining up in three different queues and being given three different race numbers.

The Golden Gat....I mean, the 25th of April Bridge
The Golden Gat….I mean, the 25th of April Bridge
Lisbon Half Marathon Wave
Waving to the plethora of fans…

The morning of the race wasn’t much better: although elite runners (sub 1h05!) started separately, non-elite runners all started across the estuary on the motorway. For some unknown reason, the organisers decided there should be no starting pens: it was a first-come, first-served basis for all 20,000 runners as both the half marathon and a 7km race started at the same time. With only one bridge and one train leaving every 20 minutes heading to the start line in the morning, you already felt like you’d run a half marathon just surviving the train which was on a par with the Northern Line on a bad Monday morning.

In the end, I had to get  there over 2 hours early just to get a decent spot at the front. As a consequence, you couldn’t leave your spot to warm up for fear of ending up stuck behind slow runners. Not that that mattered as … there was no warm up area! That’s unless you were a “VIP” who paid an extra hundred euros to skip the whole crowd and go straight to the front where you had  a private warming up area! I’m not sure who decided that having 200 people pay €100 is a better way of making money in the longer run than pleasing the other 19,800 runners and encouraging them to return but hey…

To their credit, the police who were keeping us proles in our place were very diligent and there was certainly no trespassing. One runner succeeded in sneaking through the barrier to access the VIP warm-up zone but got busted by other competitors. He managed to squirm past a few officials and bounce, antelope-style, over the central reservation barrier to try to hide amongst the VIPs. Unfortunately (for him), his green cap gave him away and, once caught, he was sheepishly returned to us commoners where, although I didn’t understand much of the Portuguese he was being told, understood that he was “disqualified”! Oops. It was a little harsh but, at the same time, he knew what he was doing …

Lisbon Half Marathon Bridge
As this was taken after 4km, I reckon I will have finished behind every single one of the runners in this picture…

Finally, we set off under beaming sunshine and the watchful look of Lisbon’s 80m high replica of Rio de Janeiro’s Christ the King statue. By that point, I wouldn’t have been surprised to look up and see tears pour down his face because of the event’s organisation. My legs were stiff as wood from standing still for so long and my stomach was rumbling a little from hunger and not from the usual nerves but that was me off.

The first task was clear: get past the selfie-stick wielding ”VIPs” as quickly as possible. That I did and that I did far too fast..! The 25th of April suspension bridge across the Tagus is quite some bridge: 2.5km long, 70m above water and not that dissimilar looking to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. Like a lot of bridges, it has a slight slope upwards (although, if it’s even 1 degree’s worth, I’d be amazed) for one half and downwards for the other half. And, as I was running at under 3.30min/km on this first bit, I was clearly a little too enthusiastic…

As the 30m lead which the  “100 Euro runners” had been given slowly disappeared, I was lucky to have a relative opening in front of me so I could keep running too fast. On the other side of the road, there were far more VIPs and, as the slower ones got caught up, there was quite a lot of shouting in Portuguese of what I assume was “get out of the bloody way”.

Lisbon Half Marathon Above
Around the point when I started to fade…

The middle of the motorway was a metal grid which no one other than me wanted to run over so I used this as the perfect opportunity to practice my poor pacing up the hill which was … the last one in the race!  Yes, this course really was piss easy… From then on, it was a gradual downwards from the bridge and a steep slope down from the bridge to sea-level. After this, it was a flat-as-a-pancake race: go east along the Tagus for a few kilometres, take a U-turn and go west for 10, take another U-turn and go east for a few and finish!

There was a breeze as you went east but, westwards, the air was muggy under the midday sun and I was starting to feel my legs tiring. At the time, I was blaming overtraining for the last few weeks but, having checked my 5km splits when I got home (17.30, 19.30, 20.30, 20.30), it was pretty obvious that I had (to reiterate!) just set off far too fast: lesson learnt! (maybe)

Lisbon Half Marathon Finish Line

Some of the basics kept being missed as you went along: other than slightly odd time-split measurement mats (4km, 8km, 14km and 18km??), the road wasn’t properly separate between runners going one way or the other. By the time I’d reached 10km, our side of the road was already reduced to 1 out of 4 lanes. It didn’t matter as there were so few of us on our side at that point but I can only begin to imagine the mayhem it must have been by the time the main  body of runners got there.

A few kilometres and energy gels later, I looked across to road as I went past the Belem Tower to see Mo Farah whizz by to his European Record. I didn’t know he’d be running so took a second look to double check it was him. I assume he did the same when he saw me. Seeing him zoom by at my normal sprinting speed looking so comfortable gave me [a kick in the stomach and] some final motivation to speed up a little.

In the end, I was 7th Brit and only 90 seconds off my PB but it was a bit disappointing as this course was so easy, other than the heat and starting in a war zone. Nevertheless, useful lessons and all that: warm up, take a hat for the receding hair line and SLOW DOWN. (and don’t trip over the line like Mo!)

Time: 1h22.55 (180th/10,560)

Lisbon Half Marathon Finish

Organisation Homer4

Speed sonic3

Weather sun5

Scenery palmtree2

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