I ran my first marathon in Frankfurt yesterday. I read a lot of reports here before the race, so here’s mine. Short version: almost nothing went to plan, and it was still one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.
About me
M49. Two years ago I ran a 1:45 half, so according to the calculators sub-4 should only be a formality. Unfortunately, it was not.
Targets
Dream: sub-4 – quietly buried months ago when I got hurt during training
Realistic: sub-4:30 – ✅
Result
Chip time 4:24:56. First half 2:12:42, second half 2:12:14. A minimal negative split and nobody is more surprised than me.
Training
Started training in August and got injured (knee) and had to rebuild very, very slowly to make sure it does not flare back up. I trained almost everything by heart rate, with easy runs capped at 75% of maximum heart rate. This worked better for the knee than chasing pace but meant I was running too slow for sub 4. Then a cold cost me one of my long runs. My longest run ended up being 34 km. Somewhere along the slow runs, my sub-4 goal turned into a sub-4:30 goal.
Race weekend
Carb loading was pasta and cookies, no complaints. I slept well both nights before the race, which I’m told is rare...
A few days before the race my hip had started pinching. On Sunday morning I stood at the window, felt the hip, watched the rain and thought: What a mess! I wasn’t scared of the pain itself. I was scared that I wouldn’t be sensible enough to stop if it the pain got bad and would end up injured for a long time or even permanently.
Then I went to the start area and that turned it around. I saw all the volunteers standing in the rain, people who had come out just so that I could run my race. Wow! I forgot about the hip and the weather and just felt grateful.
Gear and fuel
Puma MagMax Nitro 2: heavy, but great grip, so with all the rain it seemed like a sensible choice. I had 10 gels with 25 g carbs each. I took one before the start, then one every 5 km, plus an extra at 27.5 km when I was getting tired and felt like I could handle it. I took all other ones but skipped the km-40 gel because it simply wouldn’t have gone down.
The race
In my imagination, the marathon would be a variation of a long run with more people involved. I would settle in, watch my pace and heart rate and could let the mind wander.
How wrong I was! It was chaos. Constant dodging, overtaking, puddles. At every aid station the people in front of me stopped dead. Relay runners came flying through and nearly took my feet out.
At the start, I’d asked the 4:30 pacers about their strategy. They said GPS between the skyscrapers is useless for the first 10 km anyway, so they’d just go and fine-tune after that. So I just followed them. The pace seemed good but then I glanced at my watch and my heart rate was 15 beats over my limit. Every time I tried to calm it down, along came a narrower road part, another aid station or another relay hero. I was genuinely worried and already booked my appointment with the Wall for km 31.
Also, I needed the toilet. More or less from the gun. My plan: run a bit ahead of the pacers, make a quick stop and rejoin when they pass. At km 15 I couldn’t hold it any longer. I head for a porta-potty and the moment I'm running up to it, a guy overtakes me and takes it. So I wait. While I wait, the pacers run past. Oh no. Doesn’t matter, I’ve stopped now, I’m not giving up my spot. Of course, after holding it that long, the bladder takes forever. When I finally sprint out, the pacers are way ahead.
Heart rate? Don’t care anymore. I’m likely to crash anyway, I’ll deal with that later.
I catch up with the pacers and move in front of the group to get away from the crowd around them. It feels good, so I slowly pull away. A while later, a friend is there cheering and runs a bit alongside, which gives me another push. Km 15–20 ended up being my fastest 5k of the day. Probably not in any textbook.
Km 30 comes and knowing that the heart rate was higher than intended in the beginning I am waiting for the crash. Suddenly, at km 30 my Apple watch starts beeping like crazy. My daughter had accidentally played a sound on it via “Find My” and then tried to turn it off by tapping wildly on the same button on her phone. So for a while I am running with a wildly beeping unusable Apple Watch with my heart rate going into overdrive.
Still, the crash never comes. I just… keep going. More and more people are walking or stretching (or retching) at the side and I am still running. I even manage to motivate one or two of them again...
Km 35 comes and I see my family standing there - cheering. I ditch my running vest and from here on it was real work. But I don’t stop.
Km 39 - only 3km to go. Everyone around me is drawing on their last reserves - no chatter anymore, just determination. For a while, I'm running next to a woman who suddenly bursts into tears. Her outburst doesn't even surprise me. I put my arm around her while running and try to keep her going.
And then it is km 42 - I see my family again close to finish and run into the Festhalle: lights, cheerleaders, music. It’s like running into a concert. Finish line. And then it is over.
It took me several attempts to get down the stairs to the food area. Slightly unstable. But I made it, collected my medal and was done.
The hip? It pinged once or twice early on, and then I forgot it existed.
Final thoughts
I expected basically a long run with more people than usual. What I got was something chaotic, loud and at first deeply unsettling but in the end it was beautiful and very rewarding.
For other first-timers: Don’t expect to run your heart rate plan. Crowds, aid stations and relay runners won’t let you. Don’t panic - your training and the crowds will carry you through.
I still want my sub-4. I will relax for a week or two and then restart my training. But next time I will know what kind of circus is waiting for me.
Happy running 😊