It's a beautiful day in Manchester, with bright blue skies and warm sunshine. I wake to a message from my friend Ed. He completed the Reverse London Marathon in 4:12 - a stunning achievement and the photos from the night look amazing. Well done, Ed! As for us, the day is just beginning. We enjoy a small Premier Inn breakfast of pastries to get a last carb load in our bellies and then it's time to gear up and get ready.
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A lovely greeting from the hotel staff. |
The energy of the city is palpable today, with excitement crackling through the air. It feels like everyone is here for the same reason. Scott and I are as ready as we can be, and our family are here to support us every step of the way. Team Mason is kitted out in matching shirts to help us see them on the sides.
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Nobody supports a runner like a runner's wife. |
The famous Manchester trams roll past as we walk along the streets, but they're packed to capacity - people literally pressed against the windows - and our group includes a baby in a stroller, so we decide to walk. It's only a couple of miles; this counts as a warm-up.
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Here we are, ready as we'll ever be. |
On the way, we cross the marathon route a couple of times. The race has already started, with earlier waves thundering along the roads. According to the flags worn by the pacers in the midst of the pack, these runners are targeting around three and a half hours. They look fresh and eager, taking on the marathon with fairly serious expressions.
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Runner village, complete with hundreds of portaloos. |
A few people wish us luck with enthusiasm along the way. Before long, we split from the rest of the family and head toward the runner's village at Old Trafford. We hear it long before we see it. Music thumps and distant voices drift closer through multiple speakers as event organisers corral us all into the right waves and do their best to get everyone pumped for the beginning. Nervous energy mingles with genuine excitement as time marches on and each wave approaches the start.
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I am reliably informed that this is where [checks notes] "football" happens. |
Even though we're in the last group to cross the starting line, there are still thousands of people ready and raring to get going. The voices on the megaphone announce that this is the largest wave to attempt the marathon. There are no pacers in this pack, so I'm left to assume that we're strictly the amateur/ novice/ "fun" runners.
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It's too late to turn back now...! |
The two previous waves move forward ahead of us and now the start line is visible. There's a great atmosphere in the crowd today, both from those running and all the supporters on the side. Officials keep us behind tape barriers until finally we're allowed to approach the giant pink archway for our turn. We're just minutes away from setting out on a long, long journey.
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It's getting closer by the second! |
Supporters cheer and whoop from the sides. A loud, pulsing timer marks the sixty-second countdown. An organiser is on a microphone to the side, wishing us well and getting a Mexican wave started. Finally, it's ten seconds remaining. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five...
And then we're off.
There's a huge cheer from all around. The final wave begins running the 2025 Manchester Marathon. We set off in the beautiful late morning sunshine and head down the course. Pure delight hangs in the air. Supporters clap and make noise on the sidelines and wish us well. The first mile is pure smiles and good vibes.
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The course map. |
These first miles are fairly simple, taking us away from Old Trafford and around a short loop of the urban areas. We're not in the dead centre of the city, but these are major dual carriageways that have probably never been this empty. People line both sides of the road to cheer and sit on balconies of the huge tower blocks and even stand on the barriers in the middle of the carriageway to watch the race begin.
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The opening five miles. A relaxed loop. |
Water stations are scattered along the course at roughly every three to four miles. We've both decided to run with water packs for extra hydration, and it's a good thing we do - the temperature is approaching twenty degrees already. This is warmer than any of my training runs. It's warmer than any run I've undertaken since last year.
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Always time to get a high-five from my wife. |
At four miles, we pass by our family again, cheering us on from the side of the road. Our wives have drawn power-up stars on their hands for an extra boost of support as we pass. Incidentally, I even manage to get a decent-looking picture from a professional photographer for the first time ever:
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I've never looked good in a picture like this before. |
Now our route takes us south along a huge, straight dual carriageway that seems to cut through most of the major suburban areas surrounding Manchester. I'd studied the route in advance and this was the part I dreaded the most: a long, straight road.
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Long, long, loooooooong... |
Thankfully, the sides of the road are filled with noisy spectators. They hold signs and rattle tambourines and play music and cheer us along every step of the way. It definitely helps. The temperature reaches its peak and holds firm for the rest of the day. From this point on, we're grabbing two bottles of water from every hydration station: one to drink, the other to tip over us to try and stay cool.
The route often merges from runners returning on the other side of the circuit. At one point (around mile 7/ 20 on the map above), we pass underneath a huge bridge, where a local DJ group have set up station. They are the "Underground Kollectiv" and the bass is so loud it reverberates the concrete supports, but they're giving it everything to support us. We'll see them again on the other side of the road - but it won't be until much, much later.
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A distant view of the DJ booth, minus the bass-heavy earthquake. |
We finally turn off the long, straight road and enter suburban streets, lined with closed shops. Supporters still take up every available inch of space on pavements and roads, offering deafening roars of encouragement. Some offer tubs of jelly sweets and kids hold out hands for high fives. Around this point, we finally cross the ten mile threshold and, as agreed, slow to a walk to preserve our energy for later.
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The bottom end of the route. |
After this, we finally begin to wind and loop our way back along Stockport Road - seeing runners on the other side - and head through Altrincham. This area is totally new to me: we're literally running past people's homes. It's a lovely slice of suburban life, with families gathered to cheer, camped out on deck chairs, some even offering bottles of water. But the best part - and probably my favourite memory of the entire day - are the multiple people who set up hoses to spray us with bursts of lovely cold water as we pass. The sound of relief from all around - that gasp of, "Oooh!" - still rings in my ears. Scott and I weave from side to side across these lovely wide streets to hit as many hoses as possible. I have no idea how much those kind people's water bills may have increased in just one day, but I am truly, eternally grateful to them. The water stations are few and far between, so these brief hits of cold spray are wonderful and refreshing and comforting.
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The smile of a man who got doused with cold water on a hot day. |
From here, we curl through the streets of central Altrincham. The place is packed with people on both sides of the road. The sound of encouragement never seems to flag or falter. These people have been cheering for hours already and there's still no end in sight. Their stamina is incredible.
Huge blue signs are dotted along the course to mark our progress at every mile and every ten kilometres. The numbers slowly climb through our long journey. Finally, we pass a threshold that puts a smile on our faces: thirteen miles.
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Halfway in. Buckle up. |
We ran the Bath Half together some six weeks ago, and right now, we're managing about the same pace. Two hours and twenty minutes have elapsed since we began the marathon. This is now our longest joint run ever. Scott says, "Now every step brings us closer to home." That's true - but home is still a long, long way off...
Continued in part two.