And then, the big day finally arrived.
After all those weeks of preparation I was hoping for the perfect race. I believe I was in pretty good shape, even better than in Salt Lake. But of course, there are so many factors that need to add up in order for you to get a good finish time. My dream goal was to go sub2, so anything up to 2 hours would have been awesome and I really felt like I could hit that mark.
But then came the weather forecast for Sunday and it sounded like my personal nightmare. I love running in the cold – snow, rain, no problem. I can handle sun to some degree but I really prefer if I don’t have to. And that particular day was supposed to be sunny, HOT, HOT, HOT, with no cloud in the sky. Perfect.
<– The organizers tried their best to keep people from collapsing

KM 1-2
Unfortunately the race started pretty late at 9:30 a.m. when it already had 22 °C. But at that time it felt perfect. There were so many people and it was an awesome feeling to be part of it. The start was much more organized than in Salt Lake. I don’t know if it was because this time they had different starting blocks you were supposed to use depending on your expected finish time [even though men and women with exactly the same time were assigned in different blocks....what's the deal with that??]. Anyway, after a few meters of walking we could start running and got going towards Mombach, along a nice and partially shady alley. They really should have turned around the course – I would have needed that at the end.

KM 3-8
Now we passed through the property of Schott AG and that was actually much more fun than expected. They had put up bleachers, played music and did a good job cheering. And their factories fire department used their water hydrants to cool us down a little bit. Between Schott and the suburb Mombach is the more industrial part of the city but people at the side of the road were cheering like crazy and it was pretty fun.
KM 9-14
Kilometer 9 was where my dad and my grandma where standing. It was so great to actually know someone who’s watching and until then it also went really well time-wise. In Salt Lake, the hard part was State Street pretty late in the race. However this time it started at km 10. Maybe I started to fast (which wasn’t really the case when you look at my training logs), maybe it was too hot or maybe (and most likely) I just mentally hit rock bottom. At this point I was really mad at myself and luckily runners around me were all really tough. Not a single person was walking. Not like in Salt Lake where so many people took it easy. But that was good for me, otherwise I would have probably taken it a little bit slower at this point.
From there we made it back to the city center of Mainz and the more historic part. It was really pretty passing by the cathedral and the spectators were awesome, just as expected. For that you have to know that people in Mainz are special anyway – very open minded, very happy and outgoing. It somehow must have to do with the Rhein and the local carnival. But due to that the Marathon in Mainz is well known and loved.
KM 15-20


After the city center came the part that I feared the most in advance. But due to my personal fight after KM10 it was actually not that bad anymore. Still tough since you run on a really straight road that is split in half – 3 km towards Mz-Weisenau on one side while the faster runners already pass you on the other side of the road on their way back. And when you finally reach the turning point (which took forever) it’s the same 3 km back again. And to make it even worse there is not a single tree but blue sky and bright sun burning from above. It has never been nicer to reach a water station, not only to take a zip of cold water but actually to pour it over the head and get all the clothes soaked – and that was really life saving.
KM 20-21,0975
Well, that’s nothing to make fun of. There were plenty of people collapsing, in particular right before the finish line where my mum was standing. And I’m glad that my body/mind always keeps me from pushing myself to hard. Well, it sucks when it keeps you from getting a better time but in the end all that matters is that you finish and that you finish healthy. I have to admit that my body started hurting during those last two kilometers and I had troubles with my toes for weeks after. During those last two km I had this voice in my head asking why I was doing that, yelling that it’s the worst thing to do and that I would never do it ever again. But of course as soon as I reached this lovely yellow line I felt sooo great and minutes later I was already making plans for the next race. So I guess it wasn’t that bad after all.
I rather enjoyed the people and all those carnival bands playing on the side of the road. Mainz rocks!!
For those of you who were wondering about the finish time. I must confess that with 2 h 12 it’s far from what I was aiming for and basically the same time as in SLC. But I guess for that particular race and those conditions I can still be happy about it. And next time…..
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P.S. Another blogger gave his race report the following title: ”In der Wüste war ich noch nie – In Mainz schon”. Well said.
P.P.S. Well that was the official race report but there is another important story connected to it that I need to tell you about. But that deserves a separate blog entry. So next time…