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So, I'm back from Dublin. I didn't break four hours - I ran in 4:03 - but I did stop for the loo (first time in a race ever!) and hugged my BF twice and his mum once, so I figure I probably ran an unofficial sub-4:00 marathon anyway. And my BF and his mum were so happy to be hugged!
Unlike Paris, I smiled pretty much the whole way around - the route was gorgeous and interesting and varied and the crowd support was the complete opposite of Paris - absolutely amazing. People cheered my name pretty much the whole way around, and the last kilometre was phenomenal - people packed five deep on either side of the road, a deafening roar, amazing support - I ended up crossing the finish line with the goofiest, teariest smile on my face. It then absolutely pssed down with rain and I've been battling bronchitis for the last two weeks! Happily, though, I raised nearly £2,000 for Cancer Research UK, and my BF has moved back from Abu Dhabi after two years apart. So, all in all, the Dublin marathon was pretty bloody amazing and such a different experience to Paris. I only beat my PB by 3 minutes, but honestly, I feel 300% better about the whole race.
In conclusion, I think Paris taught me the power of my mind over my body, and Dublin taught me to let go of times. I think I let go of a sub-4:00 time around 1 hour and 15 minutes in (when I stopped for the loo) and then, instead of feeling disappointed the rest of the way, just enjoyed the race. Amazeballs.