Cross the finish line as a single objective
When last September I inscribed myself in the 2012 Marathon of
Marrakech, the objective was clear: “Get the medal which
confirms that I have finished a Marathon in Africa”.
For those who don’t know, one of my long terms objectives is
to run a Marathon, at least, in every continent (Antarctica and
North Pole excluded, bien sûr 
At that time, I also inscribed myself in the Marathon of Paris
2012
After my (ours) 3h16’23” in Brussels, I wanted to
run Marrakech in a time closer to 3 hours and then Paris in less
than 3.
I was on my way when…crack!...an injury kept me without
being able to run for 1 and ½ months.
I started running again on 13/12/2011, less than 2 months before
the Marathon.
However, I was decided to try to run it and finishing it
forgetting, of course, completely the time.
Most of the people, including my kiné, thought that I was crazy.
However, I felt that, somehow, the injury was not as serious as it
could have been.
Only less than 2 months to prepare a Marathon? Well, it depends
on how much you want to invest on its preparation.
The 2 first weeks of training were very hard and frustrating.
When I injured myself I was in the peak of my “career”
so far. When I started running again I did not run exactly at hyper
speed. I could not do too much apart from being patient.
2 weeks before the Marathon I knew I was going to finish it in
an acceptable time. The last week before the day-M I was even too
optimistic and thinking, that perhaps I could do better than
3h16’ (my record so far)
Cercle de Sport et Loisirs de Royal Air
Maroc
The day before travelling to Marrakech, Alain Lougare knew about
it and made some phone calls to some friends of him, members of the
Cercle de Sport et Loisirs de Royal Air Maroc who were going to
take part in the Half Marathon.
Once “sur place” I met them and I can only say that
one can only like them very much. They are fantastic.
The Half Marathon of Marrakech is a trip they do every year from
Casablanca and Rabat. They were 80 people in total including their
families. All of them with their tracks, flag sand singlets of
their club and an amazing team spirit. A real and inspiring
example.
THE MARATHON
The first 15 Kilometres
The first 15 K go trough la Menara, cross a beautiful garden and
one can see the Atlas as magnificent background. Each 5K we were
given water and, sometimes, dates and other dry food. I kept a very
slow pace since I did not want to risk anything after the millions
of advices I had got telling me to be very careful after an
injury.
10K in more than 47. “Ok, now it is clear that I will not
beat my record”.Objective: Keep a good pace and finish in an
acceptable time without risking anything.
The “special” part
Around the 17K we were running along the right side of the
Menara. The streets were not completely closed to the traffic and
for several kilometres one had to run between cars, buses, bikes,
motorbikes and…chariots pulled by donkeys! The
signalisation (Km, way, etc.) was really not good in general and
even worse in this part. I found a little bit difficult to
concentrate and keep a good pace in these circumstances.
Also the water and food given every 5K disappeared in these
kilometres. The result was that some people who did not take enough
water before because they were not thirsty in the cold morning,
started running more slowly.
I took enough water and kept a constant pace which made me start
breathing deeply only as of the 35 , when we were already in
the beautiful Palmeraire.
The end part
The friends from the Cercle de Sport et Loisirs de Royal
Air Maroc warned me about the end part: Very long straight
lines with some “faux plats” before the end of the
marathon.
I hate straight lines. They are something I need to work on.
However, this time I did not have any problem, on the contrary.
Free of any time pressure I spent my last 7K of straight lines
overtaking many runners.
At the end, 3h23’ and some seconds. Mision cumplida.
The timing, the“dossard” and other
organisational issues
Despite many good things I can say that the organisation is a
little bit worse than this of the Marathons I have run in
Europe.
When one picks up the “dossard” there is no envelope
with your name and race number. They just check the list a nd give
you your number and a t-shirt. They did not have small size neither
a bag to carry the “dossard” and the t-shirt. I did not
care too much about it.
However, I cared very much about the fact that with less than
1000 participants in the Marathon, they managed to give me a wrong
“dossard”. Thing which I could only notice when back in
Brussels I went to the website to check my time. Suddenly, I became
Swedish J Moreover, the time in the website is the brut time and
not the net. All these things together with the poor signalisation
of the way and kilometres and the fact that we run between the cars
and the pollution made me think that many things were good but
there is a lot of room for improvement.
Thanks to…
Finally, I would like to thank Alain Lougare and the members
of the Cercle de Sport et Loisirs de Royal Air Maroc
for being so nice with me and my wife during our stay in
Morocco.
And the most special thank to Magnus Bergstrom,
my kiné. Without the painful massages and the “killer
needles” I would have never done it.
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