The International Breakfast Run the Sunday morning before the Dublin Marathon was a fun experience.
It was also a good reminder for me not to start out too fast on race day. I headed out with the main pack, and felt just fine for the first kilometer or so. Then I started to slow waaay down. Later that night, my leg muscles were kind of sore. (Uh oh! Maybe skipping those last two training runs on the calendar was not such a good idea …)
Note: the enroute pictures won’t be all that great, as they were taken with my cell phone camera while I was in motion.
Lastly, a couple of notes on things that could be improved.
A-number one suggestion: get more information out there.
There is nary a detail about the event on the official marathon site. I happened to learn about the breakfast run informally through web searches, and confirmed the 2013 time and date by posting a question on the Dublin Marathon Facebook page. (There was a nice, prompt response on the FB question.) I’d wanted the information well ahead of time, to plan our limited time in country.
I’d hoped there would be more information in our packets at the race expo, and there was a map of the course, start/end locations, and start time listed in the race program in our race packet. However, that information indicated only that the race would start at the Jennie Johnston, not that everyone would be meeting at the Convention Center ahead of the start. It would have been nice to know that, and to know ahead of time that there would be toilets as well as a gear drop available at the CC.
Had I known about the gear drop, I would have brought a change of clothes for the chilly walk home, and I would not have run with my trade t-shirt clenched in my hand. And I bet others would not have traded their smelly t-shirts right off their backs. (Ew.) Or maybe they were trading the shirts off their backs because they didn’t know about the trade and had not brought an extra shirt.
Another plus would have been a “t-shirt swap area” sign, or some timing on when the swap was to begin. I know the organizers don’t want to have anything to do with the exchange, as it’s a “between runners” kind of thing, but a little organization would help. As it was, people wanting to trade just kind of wandered around holding their shirts in front of them, ignoring the music and dancing. One Canadian had brought several shirts to trade, and laid them all out on the floor – a good strategy for getting noticed.
A note: the most sought-after shirts seemed to be those from a country not your own (the more exotic-seeming, the better), with strong graphics, preferably made of technical material instead of cotton, and in like-new condition.
After the breakfast run, we didn’t do much sightseeing, preferring to rest up for the race the next day. We bought pastries and sandwich fixings, kicked back in our hotel room, and watched a couple of movies.
I’m glad for the stretch of the legs the breakfast run provided, and also glad for the tour of the dockland area, which I otherwise would not have seen much of. If I had to do it over again, I probably would dress a little crazier, and also have some kind of identifier of my home country.
Copyright 2013 by Katie Bradshaw