Sevilla Marathon 2017 - 2 February
|Position (10143)||Gender Position||Category||Category Position||Time|
|Margaret Gralewicz||5215||258||Senior F||78||03:50:26|
|John Edmond||5336||5064||Veteran M||4935||03:51:27|
|Vicky Crichton||5751||321||Veteran F||81||03:55:55|
|Miguel Mudarra Capdepont||5874||5535||Senior M||5577||03:57:02|
|Louise Turner||5976||353||Senior F||102||03:57:45|
A wee ditty for the Seville marathoners…know you will all do so well guys, go forth and be epic!
Ode to Seville
It started with an idea, From the one that sells the glasses,Let’s go on a trip “I’ll round up the lads and lasses”
Let’s go to the motherland, Home of festivals, oranges and tapas And we’ll eat lots and lots And that’ll make us run fast
And we’ll run 26.2 miles Give our legs and minds a test, Spurred on by winter training, Thoughts of cake and doing our best
So from all your ERN friends, As the race day looms near, Be safe, run well, and smile And at the end, enjoy your beer!
October 16: Following through on a promise made to Miguel, we both signed up to participate in the Seville marathon taking place in February 2017.
Training: Possibly be the worst time of year for marathon training? Almost every Sunday in December and January started with a long run. Despite this, we had managed to convince Vicky and Maggie to join us in Seville. John also signed up, I imagine for a spot of tourism? A mere marathon would be an easy training run in the lead up to one of the many ultra marathons he’d signed up for.
Race eve eve: We arrived in Malaga after a very early flight. Miguel, accustomed to the Spanish way of driving, had rented a car. I don’t think any of us had ever seen a car so ugly, we nicknamed it Choco the s*** brown car. After a challenging drive up to Seville, we attended the expo to collect our race numbers then wandered around town a little. We visited Miguel’s parents before having tapas with his friends, a few of whom were surprised to find the girls in our group would also run Sunday’s marathon. Full tummies and late to bed!
Race eve: Miguel had arranged a little tour of Seville for us. He rather tactfully chose a friend who was a smoker, hoping that her idea of a walking tour would be more suited to our pre marathon schedule. The sun was shining over the beautiful city, we knew the following day would be a little milder which we were happy with. We carb loaded with Paella then enjoyed a coffee in the sunshine.
5.30am. Woke up to The Proclaimers’ 500 miles at high volume. After breakfast we waited for the taxis we’d booked to take us to the stadium, where the race would begin.
Waiting…..time ticking…..bag drop due to close in less than an hour…..
We decided to take Choco as close to the start as possible. We made it in time, dropped off the bag then made our way to our start pens. I’d visited the Portaloo twice in 10mins but standing waiting for the gun to go off I was convinced I had to go again. No time. Go!
8.30am. Maggie, Miguel and I started together. Vicky and John were in the group behind us.
We had a planned pace, Miguel called me back when I started chatting to another runner and sped up. I was glad because my watch didn’t seem to be giving an accurate pace reading. Seville claims to have the flattest marathon course in Europe! The atmosphere was great and the temperature was perfect (at 8.30am)
We thought it best to split the race in to 3 sections; first 10 miles, second 10 then the final 10k.
Leading up to the first 10 was fine. Running along, I did notice the distict lack of female runners. Most were Spanish men, I picked up some ‘motivational’ words here and there. I was ignoring a niggly knee I’d been silencing with Ibuprofen all week. I didn’t drink at the hydration stations as I felt this would cause me to slow down (and I wasn’t planning a loo stop for a while). Instead I sipped from a tiny bottle of water I was carrying. In hindsight, this was a ridiculous idea. Seville was warm (although Miguel will argue it was perfect running weather). I decided it was time to lose the long sleeved top I was wearing under my vest. Feeling a little cooler we progressed on. The kilometer signs passed by, Miguel poured water over Maggie’s back. Maggie wasn’t happy. I stayed out of it.
We met a man from Livingston parkrun! He too commented on the marathon training schedule being terribly inconvienient. Maggie seemed to be having trouble with her right arm, she dealt with it by easing on ahead. Miguel and I ran along together until I could see the portaloos around mile 19. I told him I’d catch him up….I had doubts. I felt a little deflated knowing I had to run the rest alone. My knee was becoming difficult to ignore and I felt exhausted (most definitely lack of fluid)
I stopped to stretch (does this ever make a difference?) I saw a man beside me skipping, after a little chuckle I contemplated trying this too…..I didn’t.
Previously I’ve found that I enter a ‘brat phase’ during a marathon – everything and everyone irritates me. I started to feel a little teary, my knee wouldn’t let up and I was soooooo tired. At this point I heard a little Scottish voice behind me asking if I was ok. It was Vicky. I was happy to see her, she looked great and didn’t seem tired at all! She asked how I was feeling and I couldn’t mask my mood. I told her it was best she run ahead because I wanted to cry, I hated running and was sick of this stupid marathon. Brat phase had arrived. Vicky ran on and the next few miles were spent stopping, stretching, crying and starting again.
Finally I could see the stadium come into view just as little drops of rain started falling. Really? It was raining now? Making my way through a tunnel into the stadium, I searched for the finish line and found it was around 250 metres away. Because I’d paused my watch a couple of times I wasn’t sure if I’d run a sub 4 or not. I decided to sprint along until I could see the clock – 3.57 and I crossed the finish line!!
We found each other then collected our medals, oranges (obviously) and baggage. I could confidently say that each of us had never been so happy to see a brown car as we were that afternoon. Good ol’ Choco.
Back at the apartment we celebrated with cervezas & ice cream. Reading the official marathon facebook post (translated from Spanish using Google translate) we discovered we were among the lucky ones. 70 runners did not exit and 1200 poor souls finished without their spinal cords!
Post DOMS, I can say I had a fantastic weekend in the beautiful city of Seville. Miguel was a fabulous host/driver/interpreter/dj. Thanks to my fellow Sevillians for the experience and to all back home for their support before, during and afterwards.
Race Report by John Edmond
Was knackered when I got there. Was even more knackered by the start of the race. Was total gubbed after it. The end. 😀😀
We felt SO loved by our fellow ERNies over this weekend that the 5 of us flew over the beautiful streets of Seville. All this winter training was really tough and I highly doubt I would’ve managed to do it without the amazing support from you all, asking constantly how was the training going, offering your advice and sending your wishes over the weekend… GRACIAS!
Seconded!! The support during some challenging and some new, unknown distances (and sample energy gels!) definitely helped keep us going! Not to mention all of the kind words leading up to, extreme support and advice the days before and then of course feeling everyone was with us through the race. So appreciative to be an ERNie! Can’t forget the amazing group itself: Louise turner, Vicky Crichton, John Edmond and of course Miguel Migwell for his fab organising!
Photos courtesy of: Louise Turner, Margaret Gralewicz, John Edmond, MarathonFoto