It’s been over a week since we ran the Paris Marathon and I’m still not sure how or what to write about the race. It’s all a bit of a blur to be honest with you, but it was definitely one of the best but hardest experiences of my life!

Nothing went according to plan for this marathon… From my ankle injury that disrupted my training to the extreme heat that messed up my race strategy – it genuinely felt like my whole journey to run Paris was an uphill battle filled with obstacles.

As you can imagine, running 26.2 miles is hard, but running 26.2 miles in 25 degrees and sunshine is even harder, and the heat was definitely the most difficult part for me to cope with due to my “overheating issues”.

Despite running in every bit of shade I could find, hydrating at every water station, pouring water over my head and arms, trying to keep a slow and steady pace, and having my own cheering duo following me around the course, I remember passing the 10K mark, smiling to myself and thinking “Oh shit Orsi, you are so incredibly fucked!!”

But luckily for me, I had the best race partner who encouraged me to keep on going when I thought that I couldn’t and together we managed to get through it all with a big smile on our faces. It wasn’t pretty at times and it definitely wasn’t fast, but we started and crossed the finish line hand in hand and I couldn’t be prouder of our accomplishment.

It took me 5 hours and 19 minutes to complete the Paris Marathon and even though it was almost one hour slower than my London Marathon time, I remember passing the 37K mark feeling so incredibly proud that despite not being able to walk properly four months earlier, I was now running a marathon and the running wasn’t even the hardest part of it all!

For a person who hates running, feeling and thinking like that was an incredible confidence boost and all I can think about since is: “So when are we running the next one?!”

So this race started out a little bit different because we decided to go out on Friday night for ADE – where I stupidly slipped on a wet floor and hit my head so hard I ended up with a minor concussion…

Despite this minor set-back I was still determined to make that sub-2 hour half marathon time mine! So we set off in high spirits, thinking that this race couldn’t be much worse than Copenhagen.

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I’m not gonna lie, it was bloody hard! Some parts of the race were really narrow and that really messed up my pacing. But I tried my best to do negative slits to even out the slow parts.

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The race finished in the olympic stadium and I just remember pushing ever single fibre in body, shouting at myself from the inside not to give up because I could do it if I really wanted to.

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AND I DID!!! 1 hour and 57 minutes!!! Broke down and cried when I finished because it has taken me 4 years to achieve this. However, AT LAST I was able to prove to myself that I could do it and that really is the best feeling ever!

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Next up… London Marathon!

So this race started like any other race – with the mandatory kit lay down.

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As per usual by this point, Copenhagen greeted me and Cata with heavy rain. Not to mention the fact that everything went wrong for Cata, from choosing the wrong underwear to forgetting her headphones.

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But we weren’t gonna let all that be against us and we set out to make the best that we could out of the race.

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Cata was struggling a bit but I felt around the 10K mark that I might have it in me to do a sub-2 despite not having properly trained for it. So I set off with the best intentions to at least try to get a PB if nothing else.

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And it worked! Despite everything being against us we both ran our best half marathon times to date and I got a PB of 2h 02m! We were totally overjoyed!

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We decided to treat ourselves to some post-race beers on the train and man, I dont think a beer has ever tasted that good!

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