I love Brussels – it’s a nice city with a great marathon. This blog is all about the Brussels marathon on the 10th of the 10th 2010.

The Town Hall, Grand Place - not a bad place to finish
The training:
I had an injury layoff in the summer, caused by rolling my foot around on a tennis ball – don’t try it at home except under supervision. So I followed a composite Furman/RW schedule, based around gradually increasing mileage, but never topping 42 miles in a week (so extremely low in sub 3:15 terms) with five 20 milers. I didn’t follow the faster Furman paces this time round, due to the injury, so long runs were traditionally slow, and I threw in slower intervals and HM paced tempo runs. The rest of a typical week was spent cycling, and I certainly did a bit of that. See my previous post for a fuller breakdown of training.
As a rough comparative guide, for Stratford marathon (3:11:43) I biked about 26 hours in the 3 months preceding.
For Brussels I biked for 67 hours, averaging 300 miles a month. Running mileage was about the same, and it was all slower this time round. So… you might think, wtf! What kind of wierd marathon training is this?
At Stratford I had set off for a 3:04 ish marathon time and suffered badly at 20 miles, struggling through to a small PB. This time I just wanted to consolidate my endurance, forget the speed, nurse the injury (so still light on impact / running mileage), and not crash at 20 miles.
The plan:
Steady 4:30 all the way, or as steady as the hilly course would allow, to a 3:09 marathon – a nice PB and enough to establish that my endurance was up to the task.
A quick mention of the happy Bedford Harriers who I chatted to at the start, and spotted irregularly throughout the race. Hey there!
The result:
—-Time — Split — HR avg — notes
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1m….. 6:48 — 6:48 — 141
2m…. 13:41 — 6:53 — 154
3m…. 20:37 — 6:56 — 162
4m…. 27:10 — 6:33 — 163
5m…. 34:03 — 6:53 — 161 — uphill
6m…. 40:48 — 6:45 — 160
10k: 44:01 = 4:24 per km / 7:05
This pace was really not intended. I wanted to negative split, feel comfortable in the first half and then push on. But, I panicked when overtaken by the 3:15 pacers, who were way way off target and at one point only a minute or two behind the sub 3 pacing group. Idiots! I didn’t trust my garmin average splits, which were reading 4:17 at 8k, I didn’t run my own race. It was only after the 10k mark when chatting to some other runners that we agreed the pacers were mad and we should all just slow down in a mass protest.
7m…. 47:40 — 6:52 — 158
8m…. 54:30 — 6:50 — 157
9m.. 1:01:43 — 7:13 — 154 — I think my pee stop was here, and the 3:15 pacers overtook once more
10m 1:08:50 — 7:07 — 153 — down, but slowing as chatting to some great Dutch guys
11m 1:15:50 — 7:00 — 153 — down and stomach problems emerge
12m 1:23:10 — 7:20 — 153
13m 1:30:56 — 7:46 — 156 — steep uphill
14m 1:39:59 — 9:03 — 148 — uphill + 2 minute loo break in the woods
Half Marathon: 1:36:15 = 4:33 / 7:20
Yes, well, what can I say! Here’s your reason for the blog title. During the downhill section my stomach was obviously being jolted around a bit, and perhaps because of the faster-than-planned initial 10k too. I suddenly realised I needed to find a portaloo and quickly! No marshalls could help me out, so I started scanning for trees, and had to let my new Dutch friends run on without me. It took a mile or two until I found a quiet spot, and I overcame my embarrasment only to watch as a tram came within feet of me full of spectators
15m 1:47:18 — 7:19 — 148 — feeling oh so much better now!
16m 1:54:20 — 7:02 — 153 — downhill
17m 2:01:25 — 7:05 — 152 — downhill
18m 2:08:24 — 6:59 — 155
19m 2:15:57 — 7:33 — 154 — uphill
20m 2:23:49 — 7:52 — 154 — uphill
21m 2:31:03 — 7:14 — 154 — caught up with one of the Dutch dudes finally, who was fading
22m 2:37:55 — 6:52 — 154 — downhill, met up with the Half Marathoners somewhere round here
23m 2:45:07 — 7:12 — 153
24m 2:52:45 — 7:38 — 156 — uphill
25m 2:59:52 — 7:07 — 155
26m 3:07:00 — 7:08 — 154
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3:11:16 — argh, no red carpet this year, just cobbles, horrible cobbles, ugh!
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Here’s a link to the course profile to give you an indication of the major climbs.
Post-race analysis:
So the good news – no quad seizure at 20 miles, hurrah! The gremlins of both Antwerp and Stratford left behind at last. I felt strong and focused through to about 39k then hung on to the end. Overtaking people felt good, although it was hard to deliberately catch people after the Halfers joined us, as you couldn’t tell who was who from behind, so chasing much fresher half marathoners looking to get their 1:40 wasn’t so easy.
Race review:
I still really like the Brussels marathon. There’s variety, it’s a small field, but you meet up with the very popular Half marathon at about 34k which gives you an extra spur to overtake and more crowd support. I can handle the undulations, there’s hardly a single flat stretch anywhere, and where there is, they throw in a few underpasses. There are water and energy drink stations every 2 or 3 km, incredibly, along with bananas. The km markers were clear, though I think a bit uneven – some manual splits were way off, but of course the average worked out ok. The Grand Place is a wonderful place to finish too, although it was a lot better with a carpet two years ago, harumph!
Conclusions:
I’m very happy, despite the miniscule PB. I’m pretty sure I was a dead cert for 3:09, the loo break took two minutes according to the garmin, so that makes me a 3:09! On the back of a weak summer, lots of biking and none of the Furman pacing, I still managed to PB and to feel strong. This gives me a lot of hope for a future campaign.
Lessons learned (is that any different from conclusions?)
- Don’t carbo load so much if there are downhills! I ate more than normal the night before, and think it was just the downhill sections that upset my stomach so much. There was nothing dodgy in the food, but I’ve always had a weak stomach, so I’ll just have to rely on fuel during the race a bit more. I only took on 3 gels total, partly because I was worried about a recurrence of the woodland incident. Although there are lots of woods in Brussels, I know they’re quite fierce on cleanliness in that city!
- Run your own race. How many times have I read that, or said that? And yet, I panicked near the start, misread my garmin and upped the pace. So many people were overtaking that I lost confidence and sped up too. They were all fools! How many bl**dy marathons do I have to run before I learn. This makes me very cross. If I’d conserved energy during the first 10k, who knows how strong I might have felt at 20 miles? Still, I’m happy that I didn’t die as a result, even though I obviously needed a long sit down in the woods.
What’s next?
Snowdonia is in three weeks, and I’m still undecided about that, more because I don’t have any company lined up, and I want it to be a fun marathon. The next big target is VLM if they ever send me my GFA place details, and that should still be a sub 3 attempt. I will be trying to up the mileage, shock horror! If, however, my little body complains again about that, it’ll be back to Furman with sharper paces. I’m not so keen on Furman over the winter, because I think my improvement is down to the extra biking, and I’m a fair weather cyclist for sure. So if the body’s up to it, it’s back to 5x a week running over the winter- time to rejoin the herd!
Last words
Nice toilet – great marathon!