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Gesamtbewertung: 8\/10<\/strong>\u00a0Detailbewertungen am Ende des Berichts<\/a><\/em> | Vergleich aller Wettk\u00e4mpfe<\/em><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This year has been busy already, in terms of sports events \u2013 it started with a 10km trail run in January, followed by a full Marathon through snow and ice at -15\u00baC in February. In March, I participated in North America\u2019s oldest road race, \u2018Around The Bay\u2019 in Hamilton (30km), just a couple weeks before I finally beat my 90 minutes half marathon goal at a race in Cornwall. In May, I almost qualified for Boston during Ottawa Race Weekend, by running a full marathon in 3h12m. Now it\u2019s July, and another event was planned: The \u2018Sea Me Run\u2019 marathon in Nova Scotia<\/a>: 42 kilometers along the beautiful Atlantic coast around Sherose Island.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sickness during peak training<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I was looking forward to a scenic marathon, without having any particular race goals other than enjoying the run, the scenery, and the lovely atmosphere of a locally organized event in an area I\u2019ve never visited before. All this almost wasn\u2019t going to happen, though; only four weeks before the race I got sick, not even knowing what it was. Involuntarily, I got to know the Canadian health system and struggled finding my way around it\u2026 from finding doctors, getting appointments, and receiving useful advice. It turned out that I caught some digestive parasite that made my training almost impossible and needed treatment with meds over a couple of weeks. I tried getting in some runs during that time, but I always felt terrible even after only 10 kilometers. Usually, a couple weeks prior to a marathon, you\u2019re supposed to do long runs and increase your running volume quite a bit \u2013 meanwhile, I basically decreased my training to zero, hoping that I somehow would still be able to at least cross the starting line in Nova Scotia.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Nova Scotia at Canada’s East coast is a beautiful place on Earth, even though you can’t always see very far.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Pre-race: shake-out and carbo-load<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

It was never an option for me to just defer the race. We were going on vacation to Nova Scotia anyways, the race fees had been paid and weren\u2019t refundable, and I was confident that somehow, I\u2019d be able to complete the distance, even if I\u2019d had to walk big portions of it. This was not my first run of that distance, and experience usually pays off well in this sport. Also, the meds seemed to be working and I kept getting better; only training wasn\u2019t possible yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We arrived in Halifax a couple days before the event, and my 6km shake-out run the day prior actually felt quite good! I was still nervous about the full distance but looking forward to at least being part of a vibrant starting field of runners.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Our small hotel for two nights, and the Communauto car sharing vehicle that we took from Halifax down to Barrington.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

The event itself was going to take place on the southern end of Nova Scotia, 300 kilometers south of Halifax, along the coastline of Sherose Island, close to Barrington. Most of my previous marathons were big events, with thousands or tens of thousands of participants. The \u2018Sea Me Run\u2019 marathon was going to be much different: much less than 100 runners were registered for the full distance, and everything was organized by local volunteers. Including a delicious spaghetti dinner the evening before the race, served in the local gym. Nothing beats some good carbo loading amongst other athletes! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The start: small<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Race day morning was foggy. Someone predicted a heat wave, but who knows what that would mean in Nova Scotia terms \u2013 for me, that weather seemed perfect for running (not so much for sight-seeing): 16\u00baC, no wind, and thick fog. Those running pictures were going to be amazing! <\/p>\n\n\n

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Gathering around the starting line. Not too many runners at this event!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

We only had 10 minutes to spare when we arrived at the venue. The run was going to start at 7am, and the tension was high \u2014 this was Tara\u2019s first ever Marathon start, and we planned to spend most of the run together and watch each other\u2019s pace. A quick selfie, double-checking the shoelaces and not much time was left before the gun; quite different from those huge mega-running-events where you wait sometimes hours before you even get going! Today was different. Some Ottawa weekly running groups are bigger than the field of runners of this entire marathon event.<\/p>\n\n\n

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One quick last photo before the start. The fog would only get thicker until very late into the race.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Tara and I started at the end of the small pack. We quickly settled at a comfortable pace of 5:30 minutes per kilometer. It didn\u2019t take long until the group of athletes stretched out enough that it almost felt like you were on a training run on your own. The fog made for a somewhat mystic atmosphere, the temperature was just perfect, and we very much enjoyed running the small, calm streets, along local businesses that were still closed at that time. There was no need to close off the streets, that early on a Sunday in this part of the country. And yet, the occasional elderly couple found its way outside their old residence, enjoying their first morning coffee cheering the runners passing by their property as if this was the first eventful morning in the longest time.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Local residents cheering along the way. Photo Credit: Ken Chetwynd<\/a> Photography<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

It wouldn\u2019t take long until we passed the first water station; every around 3 kilometers there was one, which is quite impressive for an event of that small size. I\u2019ve gotten used to bring my own nutrition, though, and kept sipping on my 1.5-liter water-Tailwind-mix on my back while smiling and waving to the cheerful volunteers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First 10k and mid-run: Finding a rhythm<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

The first hour went by quickly, and neither of us felt any signs of fatigue. Once in a while we passed another runner, but at this point we hardly saw anyone anymore. The fog was still thick and the only sign of any ocean close by was the salty air itself. The vegetation reminded more of a forest than a coastline, with plenty of bushes and trees on both sides of the smooth and calm asphalt road we followed around the peninsula. With not too much to see and no other human beings around it was great to have a running partner next to you to chat and share the otherwise potentially somewhat lonely experience with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Running at a pace that is much below your fastest marathon can feel surprisingly relaxing. I would sometimes jog ahead or stay behind to take pictures, and once it got warmer, we\u2019d shortly stop at water stations to take advantage of the soaked sponges to stay cool, before picking up the pace again.<\/p>\n\n\n

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A relatively relaxed pace allowed for plenty of pictures and selfies during the run.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Both of us felt confident and strong for the longest time during this run. The halfway point was way behind us, and even when we passed the 30km mark and the sun was starting to win against the fog, our legs kept carrying us at an unchanged pace back towards Barrington. It was mid-morning now and we\u2019d been running for more than two hours while the traffic had picked up around us quite a bit. Our mood stayed up, though, and all that was left was a 10k run.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Not much to see of the ocean or anything else really, but the atmosphere was still enjoyable.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

To the finish line<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

At kilometer 35 I still felt so fresh that I seriously thought about speeding up and push the final kilometers at a faster pace. I checked in with Tara, who now was struggling a bit but given that this was her first marathon looked still surprisingly strong and was she seemed confident enough to keep on going on her own. I couldn\u2019t help it but picked up my stride and pace to around 4:40 minutes per kilometer. The first time ever that I was able to do that; usually, this is a turning point in the race into the opposite direction. Kilometer 35 often is where runners hit what they call the wall, suddenly slowing down significantly and struggling both physically and mentally. This was the reality in most of my prior marathons but not today. I may as well take advantage of it, I thought, and kept going; still expecting that maybe just 10 minutes later I\u2019d pay for it, but I never did.<\/p>\n\n\n

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The last quarter of the run the fog was mostly gone; heating up the scene quite a bit! It was July, after all.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

The final mile was hard, for sure, but crossing that finish line after a 7km relatively fast pace felt incredibly good. Marathon #9 was done, the third one this year. Full of endorphins I sat down in the grass, refueling, proudly wearing that really creative medal, and waiting for Tara. It didn\u2019t take too long and I saw her crossing the finish line \u2013 what an experience to share with your partner!<\/p>\n\n\n

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One of my favorite medals for sure. <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

And believe it or not, the best was yet to come: After taking a quick shuttle back to the starting line (this was a loop, but the finish was a couple kilometers out of the way), we enjoyed the best post-race food you can imagine. All-you-can-eat fresh seafood and fish chowder, self-baked cake and cookies served by the local volunteers in the gym where we had our pasta meal just the day before. Taking in a good mix of natural protein, salt, and carbs while talking to fellow runners about their own race is just the perfect way to end a long morning activity.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Fish chowder and cookies as a post race meal. What a great mix of local touch and useful nutritions after a marathon.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n
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Nachbetrachtung<\/h2>\n\n\n\n