The road relays took place this past Sunday in their regular home around the roads of Raheny in Dublin. The sun peered in and out throughout the day with gusty winds curtailing fast times but that didn’t prevent some really great racing. The course is 50 meters beyond a mile in Raheny and involves tapping your teammate’s hand. Sportsworld had teams competing in 3 of the 4 races.

First up were the Master’s 35 men. Newbie Andrew ran a very strong leg and handed over to me, running an uncharacteristic 2-mile leg. I went out at 800M pace to make up some ground and paid for it on lap 2. It wasn’t the most sensible race plan but I enjoyed I made it to the finish and handed over to Michael who took us home on the final leg. Narrowly edging out Crusaders was the highlight. Minus Karol, it was always going to be difficult but the team ran well to compete. Coming 8 was a success on the day with many of the team had significantly more experienced runners. Declan, Noel, and Joe (visible from miles away) ran in the same race Maters 050 section. The lads faired better than their younger club mates finishing 6th.

Next up was the Senior ladies. For anyone new to running. “Junior” means younger, “senior” means older and Masters” means you reminisce about the good old days. Helen a welcome addition back to the team, ran a super first leg. Next up was Sinead on the 2 miler who somehow manages to look like she’s running effortlessly. Speedy Maria then flew off to finish out the race. Well done to the ladies for a solid 8th place. Witha bit more experience there’s no reason they cant get top 5.

Last up were the senior men. This is the most difficult race of the day. The format is different with a 2-1-3-2 mile format. First up was Conon McCarthy making a return to racing over the past few months. Conor put his 400m sessions to good use with a strong 2 miles. I was running the mile leg, my preferred distance. For me, the mile is the classic speed endurance distance. Battling your central governor, legs failing whilst starting to feel that metal taste in your mount, you cant get that feeling doing a marathon. I handed over to Sadanand who ran the 3-mile leg and Conor who completed the last 2 miles. Both of the lads did well. running in no man’s land is very tough.

Thanks for all the great support on the day and to Emily and Myles for their continued dedication to getting everyone to the start. Of special note was the team getting presented with our cup for the top club over the 2017 / 2018 cross country campaign.

Full results are available on Athletics Ireland
Dont forget the track races are coming up every second Wednesday, starting this week in Santry

The 122nd Boston Marathon

By Diarmuid Ó Súilleabháin

This weekend past I had the pleasure of running the 122nd Boston Marathon with fellow club mates Kevin Curran and Gavin Finlay (although the latter entered his club name as Bull City Track Runners, a clerical error no doubt, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t).

The Boston Marathon is famous for many reasons. It’s the oldest annual marathon in the world. It was set up due to the success of the marathon event in the first modern olympics in 1896. The route chosen was picked in order to as best match that of the ’96 route. This took place in the middle of April of ’96 and Boston run theirs on Patriots’ Day (a bank holiday in Massachusetts and a couple of other New England states) in the middle of April ever since. It’s amazing to think every participant has ran the same route. The day is called ‘Marathon Monday’ by the locals. Katherine Switzer of course who secretly entered and completed the race in 1967 demonstrated that a woman could in fact physically run a marathon. It was believed until then that it wasn’t possible. Women were only officially allowed to enter in 1972. The 2013 bombings, the famous colourful jacket, ran point to point with a hilly profile, the Boston Qualifier Time (BQ) entry requirement, unpredictable weather, and it is known to break your heart. Generally at an incline at Mi 21 which they have cleverly given the handle Heartbreak Hill (HBH).

(Above: Ms. Switzer being accosted by a man trying to pull her out of the race in 1967)

The course is really good and quite beautiful. It starts in the picture postcard town of Hopkinton which is dotted with little New England style timber houses on narrow roads and then it traces its was into the city with the scale of the buildings and infrastructure increasing gently until it Terminates in the Centre of the city surrounded by skyscrapers.

The courses profile is set up in such a way as to give you every opportunity to blow up early. The first 4 miles are steeply downhill, perfect for going out far too fast. Then there are 11 miles of gently undulating roads which are a slow descent, lulling you into a false sense of security whilst slowly tenderizing your quads. A big drop at mile 15 marks the start of of the Newton Hills. These 5 miles of rolling hills which finishes on top of HBH. Many people lose the battle before this point. From here if you have managed yourself well are still going you have chance to kick on and show what you have in you as a runner over the 5 Miles of downhill and flat into the finish line at the city centre. Easy peasy, right?!

On the Tuesday before I travelled I could feel that my runny nose from the day before was more like the sniffles, and the croak in my throat the next day was worrying. Despite massive denial on my part, it didn’t stop it from developing nicely into a cold and a cough by the time I was heading to the airport. Disaster, I said to myself, all my good work, those 20 milers in the snow, all out the window, but it wasn’t like I could pull out either. I just had to rest and be as boring as possible until the race. This should make for an exciting read.

The expo, number pickup, and mandatory race jacket buying was flawlessly well run. Michael Cunningham would doff his cap. There is a big program of free events put on by the B.A.A. for the weekend, such as guest speakers and workshops. On Sunday evening Kevin and I went to the prerace dinner which again was seamlessly orchestrated. As much grub as you wanted for nothing. This all took place in city hall. A brutalist piece of Architecture, which is a clear homage to a le Corbusier’s La Tourette monastery in France completed a few years before, has been polarizing people since day one. I liked it. There are many fine examples of the style in the city. The Berkeley Library in Trinity College Dublin completed at about the same time would be our best example.

(Above: Modelling my new jacket and medal at Fenway Park, well worth a visit)

I wasn’t feeling well at this stage. The cold was in me and despite my rest I knew it wouldn’t clear. The forecast on the night before hand was unfavorable. Cold, rain and a head wind. Boston can be wicked fast in good conditions but it was clear to us that we would have a slower outing.

Come race day morning conditions had worsened. It was already raining, with sustained heavy rain, 5c temperatures, and a 50kph head wind expected. After carefully packing my drop bag, and bag to bring to Hopkinton I left the house at 5:50am to the train station. My runners and clothes were wet within minutes. I didn’t know at the time but I wouldn’t be dry again until nearly 3:30pm.

After the bag drop we all boarded the fleet of yellow school buses that shuttle you to the start from 6am onwards. Our driver was a compassionate soul, she had the heating up to 90 which helped thaw and dry us a bit. It was like a sauna. Kevin’s bus driver kept the windows down en route. Yock.

There was snow on the ground in Hopkinton. We all assembled on the playing fields to wait for the start. We were there from about 7:30am and the gun is at 10am. The field was a bog. The two tents erected where the runners are provided with breakfast were full of a penguin like shivering huddle of runners trying to get shelter. It was a sight to behold, some people were dressed in summer attire and looked in a terrible way. Every now and again a terrific gust of wind would bellow through the tent and try and take the canvas off it.

Kevin and I both agreed it was a day in which if you got up opened the curtains and looked out you would’ve hopped straight back into bed again. This must’ve been a common feeling as I heard one person politely put it after, I think a lot of people had mentally tapped out before the start. Fortunately for us we had plenty of go back to bed race days in the cross country. Clarinbridge. The horror.

You bring clothes to keep you warm until the race starts when you leave them behind. These are all recycled for charity. The more experienced people brought a spare pair of shoes and dry socks to the start line. The amount of gear that must get discarded in the school field is unreal. Basically 30,000 trackie outfits, shoes, T-shirts, and gloves. Enough clothes to kit out everyone in Bray in tracksuits.

We got called to the Corrals. Kevin gave me a lend of a long sleeve t-shirt and I’m eternally grateful as it helped to keep the cold off me for the race. The race seemed to get going from here quickly and with it a much more positive experience unfolded. Distant noise could be heard as we approached the start line. The atmosphere was turning in an upward trajectory and getting louder was we neared the start. The runners are released in 4 waves of 8 corrals. Your race number that is given to you is your ranking in terms of qualifying time. The smaller the number, the faster the time. My number was 4027 meaning that there were over 4000 people who qualified with a better time. The BQ means that the field is really deep.

As we passed the start line the roars and cheers and screaming and cowbells started to fill our ears and the sight of the first swathes of the thousands and thousands who stood out in the mankiest weather to encourage us. The crowd here is famous and rightly so. I think Bostonians may have the loudest voice boxes in the world and they really buy into the event and want to get involved. There are people everywhere along the route and the noise doesn’t let up. Sometimes it can be less dense in some of the remote parts but there is never a section where there isn’t someone standing. You go through a number of villages and where the volume then got so great I couldn’t hear anything else for extended periods, not my breathing, nor footstrikes.

(Above: This image captures the spirit of the race)

Race strategy went out the window well before the start line. I started slowly. I was so cold from standing around that I couldn’t feel my feet for the first few miles. Once I started to get the feeling in them again my pace increased and I thought I would just hold this as long as I could and see how far it would get me. I had no idea how it would pan out.

(Above: Me in the second half of the race)

You start with people who have the same qualifying times as you, so you get really comfortably carried along. I noticed that each mile marker is painted onto the road markings in the centre of the road all year round, including the start and finish lines. Class. At no point did the rain let up. Occasionally the heavens would open with a massive downpour. Rivers ran on the sides of the road. Wide and unavoidable deep puddles formed on the flatter surfaces. In fairness, everyone was in good humour about it, laughing and joking. The weight of the sodden shoes though must have affected people’s’ stride and the wet clothes additing to the weight too.

In the middle of the race you pass through the quietest area of the course just before going past Wellesley girls college, famous for their scream tunnel. You can hear this racket from a mile away through the woods. It’s eerie. Like a Grand Prix race, nothing can prepare you for the noise of the tunnel. The girls hold handmade placards inviting you for a kiss whilst screaming their lungs out. For a fleeting moment I thought I was in a boyband. My ears were ringing after, most likely caused by the gentleman wearing the stars and stripes short-shorts and nothing else. Some man.

After hear you drop down into the town of Newton where you begin the famous Newton Hills section. These are four hills which roll though the next five miles and bringing you to mile 21 at the top of HBH. This is where your work begins and you could see the people who hadn’t prepared for the pace they were running dropping off from here. The hills are just steep and long enough to make you change your stride. Each hill knocks more and more puff out of people causing the groups to thin out. You start to see people walking here. The support is terrific. I had to concentrate a lot through the hills. I didn’t feel like taking water or my gels but I had to force myself to do it. My hands were really numb and I struggled to hold onto the cups and open the gels. The cold weather was taking effect.

From HBH and on my memory is fairly hazy. I couldn’t really think or do numbers at this stage. I was pretty tired and cold but my legs were still going strong and I was able to speed up over the last 5 miles. Those 20 milers in the snow had worked after all. I was passing a lot of people and I knew I’d be close to the 3 hours if I could squeeze it a bit more. I pushed on as much as I could despite feeling very lightheaded and I was losing my vision. Fortunately, I made it to the finish.

After crossing the line I tried to talk to the man next to me but I couldn’t speak, and the person handing out the extra thick mylar blankets after the finish had to get one of the medical tent people to help me get it on. My fingers wouldn’t work. I slowly began to regain my senses and faculties as I walked gingerly between the skyscrapers towards the baggage area. They were handing out little square breads that tasted super sweet. I must have eaten a dozen of them.

My bag got lost by the staff. Someone put it in the wrong box. Eegit. So I had to wait for 90 minutes for it to be found in the lashing rain shivering and shaking. The lady who found it was an Ann Moynihan. Her people were all from West Cork. She was just there on holiday. Small world. I nearly cried with joy when she handed it to me. Getting into my dry clothes was a religious experience.

I got home eventually and was so happy for the shower and warmth. I knew I’d be as sick as a dog for the week after running in that weather but I was delighted for the experience. Unsurprisingly it was the coldest running of the marathon on record and the slowest winning times since the 70s. A huge number of the Elites had dropped out and many people were treated for hypothermia and hospitalised. Everyone I spoke to finished slower than they hoped but everyone was positive about it. Sure, you can only race the day. I was very happy with my time. I was only 80 seconds off my PB in those conditions, with a cold. I finished in 1855th place which meant I finished over 2000 places ahead of where my bib suggested I should finish.

Name – Half Split – Chip Time

Diarmuid 1:28:56 3:00:17

Kevin 1:24:04 2:59:48

Gavin 1:16:57 2:45:46

(Above: Kevin and I enjoying the after party at Fenway Park)

Being a bit sceptical I was wondering why Boston is such a thing, why do so many others go to it every year, and, why do people wear those jackets for years and years after, what’s that about, like. Well, it lived up to and exceeded my expectations. It is a weekend long celebration of the marathon and the whole city buys into it. The volunteers are warm, genuine, and kind. The buzz and atmosphere is infectious. People come up to you on the street to congratulate you and thank you for visiting Boston. You will find that the base level of knowledge in the city about long distance running is way higher than at home. I guess when people are wearing their jacket from a past race it allows them to remember the great time they had. I would like to think that I’ll get the opportunity to run here again… in better weather.

Race report by Andrea McNamara

Finish times:

Race report by Emmet Wardell

I swore when I finished the Dublin Marathon in 2016 that that was it, no more marathons until at least 2020.   I managed to get through 2017 without getting sucked in (although very nearly did!) but with what seems like everyone these days grinding out 20 milers for fun, by the end of last year the urge to take on the big distance was once again getting real!!  Long story short, in October last year me and one my mates signed up for the ‘spring’ Marathon in Paris on April 8^th, 2018.

When you think spring marathons you imagine something idyllic.   You imagine your midweek training done in lengthening evenings and nice mild weather and your LSR done in bright crisp mornings in the park.  Wrong!!  As my fellow spring marathons will attest to, the conditions have been challenging to put it eh, ‘mildly’!  That said the training had actually gone pretty well – I enjoy the challenge of sticking to a (rough) training plan and ran more miles as part of this training cycle than I’d ever ran before.  In theory at least, I was in good shape.

It was my second time to visit Paris and what a truly beautiful city. I was there for the rugby world cup in 2007 where my priorities were far from sightseeing (and even further from running!) so the beauty of the city somewhat passed us by on that occasion!  The course itself is simply fabulous. It starts on the Champs Elysees with the Arc de trimphe as a backdrop, a pretty spectacular setting to begin a marathon on a warm and sunny spring morning.  It takes in a number of the main sights (even if I did somehow miss the Eiffel tower!!) and from start to finish I found the route interesting and pleasant and fair.  The race was very well supported, even if the Parisian’s didn’t drum up quite the same noise and atmosphere as the support here in Dublin.

In terms of my personal race experience, ehhh, it didn’t go so well!!  I knew passing through half way, though while on pace, I was working too hard for each KM.  The heat was definitely a factor and it was only when I passed through one of the big long tunnels which was lovely and cool did I realise how warm it actually was out there.  By about 25km I knew a PB was out the window.  And while pretty depressed to be that exhausted and that dehydrated and still have over ten miles to cover I managed to struggle on!  There was some dark moments for sure but I did manage to enjoy the atmosphere over the closing kilometres.  I had amazing support on the course too – a bit shout out to my sister and her friend Angela who came over to support (and take credit for the photos). A good friend of mine Clare Neenan (whose brother Gerard is a Sportsworld member and was also running) was there to give me a few shout outs too.

I knew about 15 or so people doing the race altogether but not many PBs were reported.  That makes Adelie’s time of 3.23 for her second marathon a simply amazing achievement.  Then consider the fact that her longest training run was only 22km!!  An amazing effort – well done Adelie.

Paul Hamilton who has been running great came home in 3.33.  From chatting to him in the pub afterwards he was moving very well up until the 36km mark when it seems the heat may have finally got him and cramps set in.  Paul’s big aim for the year this year is Berlin and I have no doubt he will put together a cracking marathon then.  Gerard Neenan ran 4.04 in his first marathon.  I understand he forgot his watch though so had some pacing issues and may have taken off a little too fast!  Still though a great effort for his debut over the distance.

The highlight of the weekend was at a restaurant off the Champs Elysees having on Monday. Washing down escargot, steak tartar and crème brulee with what can only be described as buckets of red wine my mate Rob Pearson (almost an honorary club member at this stage) – lovely!!! It couldn’t have been more French or more indulgent (although a tip here is to not look too closely at the snails before you eat them!)!!    All in all, despite a disappointing effort time wise, my first foreign marathon was a truly memorable one. Will I run Dublin this year?  Hopefully not but sure who knows! What I do know is that I am definitely looking forward to another adventure abroad for a race in the not too distant future.

The flight home race report and photos by Eoin O’Brien

The one great thing about running is that, more often then not, you get back what you put in.

The 2018 Rome marathon was to mark the 10th anniversary of my first ever marathon in Rome back in 2007. Don’t ask.

Between work, the big snow and a realisation that I’m not really into really long distance runs anymore, I managed to get all my training done in the week of the 25th to 31st of March.

Boarding the plane I only then told my equally unprepared buddy that I got the years mixed up and that this actually wasn’t any special anniversary race for me. Disembarking the plane with a dead leg for my honesty we dropped the bags off and headed to get the numbers.

Fail to prepare, prepare to fail as the mantra goes. I discovered failed to pack my gels, my sunglasses and my sun cream.

The marathon expo is a bit out of town but easily accessible on the metro. Arriving Friday morning meant the place was empty so picking up the numbers etc was painless. It was a great looking tshirt too which you’d expect from the Italians. Here a screen shot because I just put mine in the wash:

It was my 4th time in Rome and I’m still not bored with it. It’s a ridiculous place. There are no if and buts, it all went down here 2000 years ago. From the sheer size of the Colosseum, the architectural wonder of the Pantheon, the beauty of Trajans Column to the popes gaf, people have been visiting this stuff for millennia for good reason.

Thanks a million for all the words and encouragement leading up to the race. Special mention to Michael Cunningham for sending me this nugget the night before:

Race day was Sunday and with temperatures expected to reach 23-24 degrees I had no notions other then to try and finish this thing within 4 hours and get out without getting injured. My mate was starting in a different wave 5min behind me and announced at dinner the night before he was going to catch me. I’d never hear the end of this. Its amazing what motivates ones self.

The start and finish was on the road from the Colosseum to the Altare della Patria which is quite the backdrop. The race is well organised, no stress putting bags in or getting into the wave. Plenty of jacks too.

The marathon is pretty much flat all the way. People ask about the cobbled streets, there are plenty but I didn’t find them an issue although I wasn’t in racing flats and it was dry. Very, very dry. They aren’t like cobblestones in Temple Bar. They are flat topped with tarmac in between. If it was like Temple Bar someone would have put washing powder in the Trevi Fountain by now.

The 8.40am start took us away from the colosseum, around circus maximus and south of the city into the boonies. I’ve run Berlin, Munch and Barcelona and all these races take you out to their equivalent of Castleknock, Crumlin and Clonskeagh to get the miles in.

Do you know the way when you are fit and running well the kilometres just fly by and you tick them off. Well that didn’t happen.

First 10k was rough, I felt much better in the 2nd 10k as we headed north along the leafy and shaded banks of the Tiber River to pass castle d’angelo and St Peters square at 18k; where mass with the pope was kicking off at 10.30 am. I was too early to catch a glimpse of himself but the crowds gathered where singing some motivational hymns to keep us going.

Leaving Vatican City behind we continued north along the river. The trees seemed to be receding and the second half of the race seemed to be more exposed to the sun. Lucky I had a good base tan from the Irish Spring.

Passing the Olyplmic stadium north of the city, where we saw Roma beaten 2-0 by Florentina the night before (a bad omen), we turned around and headed south.

I was working hard but actually felt reasonably comfortable and was only 90sec out of hitting my target of 20 miles in 3 hours which I thought would get me home sub 4. That was about as good as the day got.

The course was well serviced with refuelling stations every 5k and sponge stations every 2.5k in between them.

The sun was ramping up the pressure though and the poor old lad who handed me sponges at 32.5k  got more then he bargained for when I stopped and gave myself a full body run down beside him.

Clean as whistle off I went again. Past the Spanish steps the streets where thronged with tourists. The course has a cruel twist of faith (and streets) as it runs you close to the finish line only to turn you away to do a final 4K loop in shadeless streets with the sun blazing down at his highest point.

I finished 4.01, a last sprint couldn’t save me and get me under 4 but I was a VERY happy man to see the finish line at the Altare della Patria and get in the shade of the Colosseum. I take some solace in holding the Sportsworld record for the fastest time at the 2018 Rome marathon.

My mate dived for the finish line and ran 3.59. And yes he caught me.

I’d recommend everyone should visit Rome. It’s a glorious place. Whether you want to run a marathon is up to you. It is a flat course but I felt without the tourists there wouldn’t be much support. That being said racing abroad is great criac and something everyone should experience and enjoy.

Weather can be a bit unpredictable as we had torrential rain all day Monday. And I mean torrential and all day.

All in all it was a tough day at the office but it’s done and apart from an outrageous farmers tan I’m no worse off.

It’s a super base fitness to have which I plan on taking into a summer of 5ks and 10ks. I got a great buzz after the BHAA K-club 10k last month so I’m sticking with shorter stuff now and looking forward to enjoying a summer of training, road and adventure races ahead.

Well done to Emmet and Adeile in the Paris marathon and also Andrea and Margaret who smashed the Madrid half all last Sunday too! Best of luck to Damien and Tom heading over to London soon. I’m looking forward to Toms report. Big Kudos to Shay Brady who is working his way across the Sahara Desert as we speak. I’ll stop giving out about my hot race now.

Never say never I suppose. I might go back to Rome and run the 20th anniversary of my first marathon in 2029.

Report by Katie Nugent

I decided to head west for the Easter break and had a look at what races might be on in the area over the long weekend. The Ros Run was taking place in Roscommon town on the 31st March so I decided to sign up for the 10k race. The Longford AC 5k/10k road race was due to take place on the 1st weekend in March but was postponed due to the snow. It was rescheduled for Easter Monday so I decided I would take part in one of the races.

The Ros Run 10k

This was the second year of the Ros Run and it offered participants an opportunity to take part in a 10k, half marathon or full marathon. I know that I am biased when I say this but the race offered participants an opportunity to see all that Roscommon has to offer from our castle, park, forest, lakes and beautiful views.

The race headquarters was in Hannon’s Hotel Roscommon who provided excellent facilities including parking, showers and hot meals for all participants after the race. All participants received a t-shirt and medal.

The race committee did an excellent job in organising the three races and making sure that everything went to plan. My sister was amongst the volunteers who helped out with stewarding, water stations and number collection.

As I mentioned, I took part in the 10k race and was the 4th lady home and 15th overall in an official time of 46.14. I was pretty happy with this time and hope to continue knocking seconds off it as the year continues.

All donations from participants were matched by the race directors with the proceeds going to Pieta House.

The Ros Run have another new event coming to Roscommon on the 28th and 29th July which offers a 10k, half marathon, full marathon and ultra marathon option for participants and is certainly worth a look.

Longford AC 5k

My legs were a little tired after the run on Saturday but I decided I would go and take part in the Longford AC race on Easter Monday as I like to support local races when I can.

I signed up for the 5k race and did a little warm up around the Mall Sports Complex which is where the local Parkrun takes place each Saturday.

The 5k race started just up the road from the Mall Sports Complex and we turned at the roundabout down the Sligo road. At the next roundabout, we turned back towards the town and back to the Mall.

The 5k route ran into the back of the 10k route so it started to get crowded in parts but it was a nice flat course.

I completed the 5k in 22.32 and was the 5th lady and 14th overall.

Olympian Mick Clohisey of Raheny presented the prizes to the winners and made running a 10k look easy completing the course in 30.45.

I found the race to be very well organised, a nice course and there were plenty of treats for participants on their arrival back following the race.

I was pretty happy with my weekend of running which kept me out of mischief and made me feel better about eating all the chocolate! I would have no difficulty recommending either race as I found there was a great atmosphere at both, a very friendly environment and they both offered a nice course.