On November 23, I ran the Bagan Temple Marathon in Myanmar (formerly
Burma). This was the second half of my
two-part Asian trip that started with six nights in Bangkok. Some of my friends did this race four years
ago, but I didn’t get serious about it until I noticed the opportunity to do
this race and the Bangkok Marathon as part of one long Asian trip. The races were six day apart.
In Myanmar, I was touring with Albatros Adventure Marathons. They’re a company that specializes in holding
marathons in exotic locations. I booked
the trip through Marathon Tours & Travel.
They offered an eight-day itinerary and a six-day itinerary. The six-day itinerary fit well with my trip
to Bangkok, so that’s what I booked. My
lodging, sightseeing, and most of my meals were included in a pre-paid
package. My only out-of-pocket costs
were for taxi fare, incidentals, and a few of my meals.
In contrast to most international trips, I didn’t have to
endure any long flights or jet lag. I
was already is Asia, I was already adapted to the time zone, and I was caught
up on sleep.
Wednesday, November 20
I flew to Yangon on a direct flight from Bangkok. The flight time was only about an hour.
Myanmar has an unusual time zone. Most time zones are offset by increments of one
hour. When I flew to Myanmar from
Thailand, I had to set my watch back half an hour. Myanmar is six and a half hours ahead of GMT.
To travel to Myanmar, I needed to obtain a visa. You get the visa on arrival, but you have to
present an approval letter. That’s
something you apply for online. When I
got to the international arrivals area, I saw a sign saying, “Visa on Arrival,”
so I got in line. I was almost to the
head of the line when a customs agent saw me holding my approval letter and
said I could skip that line and go straight to the passport control line. Once I was in the correct line, the approval
process only took a few minutes.
I took a taxi to Melia Yangon Hotel, which is one of the
hotels where our group was staying for the first night. The taxi driver accepted US dollars, but they
had to be crisp and clean. I knew that
ahead of time and came prepared. The
fare was ten dollars, but the only bills I had were twenties. I got change in local currency. That was actually a time-saver, as I needed some
local currency anyway.
When I arrived at the hotel, they couldn’t find a
reservation in my name. Eventually, they
found one, but it was for the wrong day.
Albatros had two of their employees at the hotel. I talked to one of them, and he called their
local travel agent, who called the hotel and straightened things out. After a short delay, I was able to check into
my room.
I had a couple hours before dinner time, so I went to the
hotel’s fitness center and did a short workout on the treadmill.
The day we arrived, we were on our own for dinner. The hotel had its own restaurants, and it was
also adjacent to a shopping mall that had a few restaurants. Two of the restaurants in the mall were
pizzerias. Naturally, I went to one of
the pizzerias. It turned out to be a
Korean pizzeria. When I ordered my
pizza, they asked me how spicy I wanted it.
I opted to get it less spicy.
That was a good call, as it was still pretty spicy.
Thursday, November 21
I was up early, so I could be all packed and ready to check
out before breakfast. We began our tour of
Yangon right after breakfast, and we weren’t coming back to the hotel.
Out first stop was the Shwedagon Pagoda. This was the highlight of our touring in
Yangon.
This is a place where a couple expecting a child can
pray. We saw a couple praying to have a
son.
Whenever we were driving between stops, our local guide used
the time to teach us about Myanmar history or culture. One example is why Yangon was called Rangoon
during the British colonial period. Some
letters are pronounced differently by different ethnic groups. The first tribe the British encountered
pronounced the name Rangoon. Most people
pronounced it Yangon, but during a century of British rule, the city was named
Rangoon.
Next, we did a walking tour of the city center. We started at Maha Bandula Park, where we saw Sule
Pagoda, Yangon City Hall, the Independence Monument, and the High Court
From there, we walked past several colonial era buildings, including the telegraph office, the Strand Hotel, the British Embassy, and the central post office. We also walked to a bridge where we could see the river.
We had lunch at House of Memories. They served a five course meal that gave us
an introduction to Myanmar cuisine. Out
main course included roast pork and chicken in two different curry sauces.
After lunch, we went to the airport to fly to Bagan. Our flight was delayed, so we didn’t arrive
in Bagan until about 5:30. We had to
wait for everyone’s luggage to be unloaded, and then a motor coach took us to
our resort. In Bagan, we stayed at Amata
Garden Resort. When we arrived at the
resort, our race packets were waiting for us.
We just had to find the envelope with the right name.
By the time I checked in and unpacked, it was already
dark. We were on our own for
dinner. Most people went to nearby restaurants,
but I was tired after being up since 4:00 AM, so I stayed at the resort. They had a nice restaurant with a varied menu.
Friday, November 22
I slept well at first, but woke up in the middle of the
night and couldn’t get back to sleep.
I eventually got up and went to breakfast.
I eventually got up and went to breakfast.
One of most popular things to do in Bagan is a hot air
balloon ride. While I was eating
breakfast, I saw the balloons flying nearby.
Every day, we toured with the same runners and the same local
guide. There were several other groups
besides mine. One had the same itinerary
as I did and was staying at the same hotels.
Another had the same itinerary, but was staying at different
hotels. Others had an itinerary that
started two days earlier. At breakfast,
I bumped into two runners I know who were in different groups.
After everyone had time to eat breakfast, we left for a
guided tour of Bagan. Our first stop was
one of the local villages, where we got to meet people and see how they live. One woman demonstrated how to spin thread
from cotton. Another was rolling cigars.
Bagan is best known for its pagodas. They’re all across the landscape. Bagan adopted Buddhism at the beginning of
the 11th century. The people living here
during that period had such zeal for their new faith that they built thousands
and thousands of temples over the next 300 years. Most of them have been destroyed over time,
but there are still 2,000 of them within a small area. We hiked to the top of a small mound where we
could look around and see dozens of them.
Most of the pagodas are temples. The ones still used as places of worship are
painted white or covered with gold. The
ones that are brick red are historical relics that haven’t been
maintained. We went inside one of these
temples, where we could see Buddha images and ancient murals on the walls.
Another type of pagoda is a stupa. These aren’t buildings that you go
inside. Instead, they’re solid
structures that hold relics of Buddha.
The Shwedagon Pagoda is an example of a stupa. While we were on the bus, our local guide showed
us how the architectural style of stupas changed over time. The next pagoda we visited was the Shwezigon Pagoda. This pagoda is an example
of the oldest style of stupa found in Myanmar.
After visiting the Shwezigon Pagoda, we had lunch at a
restaurant near our resort. This was
another meal with multiple courses. The
meats were each served in curry sauces.
After lunch, we went to Ananda Temple. Our guide showed us how the Buddha images
seem to have a different facial expression depending on whether you’re close or
far away.
For centuries, many of the temples, including this one, were
neglected. People lived and cooked in
them, causing the interior walls to be blackened with soot. Every so often, a new government would clean
them up by painting over the soot. This
went on for centuries, until the layers of paint were as much as a centimeter
thick. Large temples usually had murals
inside, documenting the life of Buddha.
The murals inside Ananda Temple were only recently discovered after
years of carefully removing the layers of paint. This effort is still under way.
That was our last stop.
Then we returned to the resort, where we had a couple of hours to relax
before meeting to go to dinner.
In the evening, we had a pre-race pasta dinner for everyone
doing the tour package. They started by
introducing the Albatros staff and the medical staff. Then they had a pre-race briefing.
There were 300 people, so I was expecting it to take a long
time. I was pleasantly surprised. They had two buffet lines, and it didn’t take
long for everyone to get their food.
It’s one of the better pasta dinners I’ve had. They had several types of pasta, as well as
salads, potatoes, and desserts. They
even had pizza.
As soon as we got back from dinner, I went to bed.
Saturday, November 23
Saturday was race day.
Even though I had to get up early, I felt like I got plenty of sleep. The resort started their breakfast service at
3:45, but I didn’t want to get up earlier just to eat. I had such a big dinner on Friday that I
didn’t feel like I needed any more food.
Instead, I just stopped by the breakfast area to have a cup of tea.
It was 71 degrees, but the temperature was still
dropping. It was forecast to get down to
66 before the race started. Later, it
would climb back into the 80s, but I was still optimistic. It was much cooler than any of the other
mornings.
We met at 5:00 AM to be bused to the start. The race started and finished next to the
Htiliminio Temple. When our bus dropped
us off, there was still almost an hour before the start of the race.
There are permanent toilets near the entrance to the
temple. There were also some primitive
toilets set up temporarily next to the starting line. I joined two friends for a pre-race photo. Then I made a bathroom stop. After that, I found a place to sit until it
was time to check my gear bag.
Over my race clothes, I wore wind pants and a light
jacket. I didn’t need them for
warmth. They were extra protection from
mosquitos. I don’t recall seeing any
mosquitos, but they tend to come out at dawn and dusk.
At our pre-race briefing on Friday, we were told there
wouldn’t be any toilets along the route.
There were plenty of bushes, but if we went into the bushes, we should
make a lot of noise to scare away the snakes.
We were also told if we were bitten by a snake, we should take a picture
of it, so the medics would know how to treat us. Needless to say, I was motivated to start the
race with an empty bladder. I wasn’t
going in the bushes.
Twenty minutes before the race, I made a final bathroom
stop, checked my gear bag, and lined up for the race. I didn’t think many other people would be
starting at a fast pace, so I lined up fairly close to the starting line.
We started at 6:15.
Just before the start, I could see the sunrise in front of us. Looking behind me, Htiliminio Temple was
bathed in the glow of the morning sun.
When the race started, the road was congested, and I
initially had trouble finding room to run at my own pace. That only lasted for about 200 meters. Then I was able to accelerate into my
pace. I ran the first kilometer in
5:04. That’s about what I was hoping
for. I didn’t expect to run that fast
for the whole race, but I saw no reason why I couldn’t run that fast in the
early kilometers, when temperatures were still reasonably comfortable.
We ran on a combination of dirt roads and dirt trails. In some areas, it was a smooth hard-packed
surface. In other areas, there were
rocks in the road or there were ruts from mud that had hardened. It was all runnable, but I sometimes had to
watch my footing.
Once we got going, I started to notice a breeze. I don’t know if the temperature was as low as
what I saw in the forecast, but I didn’t feel at all hot.
My second kilometer was faster. I brought my average pace just below five
minutes per kilometer. That’s where I
kept it for the next ten kilometers.
My goal at the start of the race was to break four
hours. I started faster with the
expectation that I would slow down later, as it started to get hot. I was surprised how long I was comfortable
running five minute kilometers. Early in
the race, I was pretty confident I would break four hours easily. I was actually on pace for 3:30.
Early in the race, I saw lots of temples. I didn’t have to look for them. They were all around me. Sometimes, as many as a dozen temples were in
my field of view at the same time.
After about three kilometers, I started seeing hot air
balloons overhead. At first, there were
only a few of them.
Before the race, I heard or read that the aid stations would
be every four kilometers. Right on
schedule, I reached an aid station at 4K.
They had bottles of water and cups of energy drink. I drank a cup of the energy drink and also
grabbed a bottle of water. As soon as I
got the cap off the bottle, I resumed running.
I carried the bottle with me and drank as I ran.
There was a trash bin right at the aid station. I was expecting to see another one a short
distance past the aid station, but there wasn’t one. Bagan is an archeological zone, and they’re
serious about preventing pollution from discarded plastic. We were instructed to carry empty bottles
with us until we saw a place to throw them away. When I finished drinking, I carried the empty
bottle. At 5K, I finally saw a trash can
and threw away the bottle.
Now I was running through Old Bagan, which is where Bagan
was founded a thousand years ago. After
making a couple turns, I was once again running toward the area where the hot
air balloons were flying. Now I saw
dozens of balloons.
There was a marathon, a half marathon, and a 10K race. All three races started together. The courses for all three races were marked
with red and white striped flagging. In
addition, there were signs with colored arrows.
Black arrows marked the marathon route, red arrows marked the half
marathon route, and green arrows marked the 10K route.
At 7K, we ran right past Ananda Temple. Shortly after that,
the 10K race diverged from the marathon and half marathon. I was expecting the field to thin out, but it
didn’t. The runners immediately in front
of me were all doing the marathon or half marathon.
At 8K, I reached another aid station. Drinking both water and the energy drink was
too much. Instead, I started alternating
between the two. When I drank water, I
stopped long enough to drink the whole bottle, so I could throw it away at the
aid station.
The third aid station came earlier than I expected. It was at 11K. After that, aid stations came more frequently
than they did at first. I never again
needed to drink both water and energy drink at the same aid station.
This aid station was at a junction where the marathon course
went to the right and the half marathon course went to the left. I saw a few runners turn left, but I saw
several turning right. One of them was a
woman in our tour group named Nicola. As
Nicola ran by the aid station, I heard one of the race officials say, “first
lady.” That gave me some idea where I
was in the field. I was in good company.
At 13K, we entered New Bagan. This town is only about 30 years old. It’s where most of the hotels and resorts
are. I ran right by the entrance to
Amata Garden Resort. Add this to the
growing list of races where I’ve run right past my hotel.
Up until this point, the course had been flat. The next few kilometers were rolling. I started to find the pace more tiring.
At 14K, I took inventory of how I was feeling. Earlier, my pace felt manageable, but now it
felt somewhat tiring. I had been running
five minute kilometers, but I had to back off now. For the past few kilometers, Nicola was just
ahead of me. As I abandoned the pace,
she pulled away.
I could tell it was warming up, but I still didn’t feel the
sun on me. We were usually surrounded by
trees. They were short trees, but the
sun was still at a low enough angle that we were usually in the shade.
The roads we were running on were all open to traffic. I didn’t see many cars, but there were lots
of motorcycles. I also passed a couple
of ox carts.
At around 16K, I ran through a small village. A group of children were standing by the side
of the road. They all waved to me. I waved back.
Next, I turned onto a narrow road/trail where the dirt was
somewhat loose. I tried to find the
firmest footing I could, but the abundance of soft dirt slowed me down. This section was more tiring. I didn’t know how long this section would
last. I was hoping it would only be two
or three kilometers. It was much longer
than that.
After a few more kilometers, the dirt got softer and
thicker. I felt like I was running over
mounds of sand. My pace slowed, and I
found this section really tiring.
I reached the halfway point in 1:48. I was on pace to finish in 3:36, but I was
running out of gas. Running through the
loose dirt took a lot out of me. Early,
I was confident I could break four hours by a wide margin. Now I wasn’t completely sure if I could still
hold on to break four hours. I was
getting fatigued and I wasn’t even feeling the heat yet. Later, it would get hot. I wondered if I was starting to go downhill
and it would just get worse.
For the previous few kilometers, I was so far behind Nicola
that I seldom saw her. At about 22K, I
saw her again. She didn’t seem as far
ahead. That helped restore my confidence. I wasn’t falling farther and farther behind.
At 23K, I entered Nyaung Do Village. This was the largest village on the
route. Now I was on a dirt road with
firm footing. That felt much easier, and
I picked up my pace again.
Running through the village, I saw groups of children lining
the streets. Many of them wanted high
fives. I don’t think they were just
showing support. They seemed genuinely
enthusiastic about getting to touch the runners. I tried to high five as many as I could, even
if it slowed me down. Later in the race,
I would see the same thing in other villages.
In the distance, I could see two runners. One was Nicola. The other was a guy in a white shirt. This was the first time I saw him. I tried to gradually catch up to them. That might seem crazy when I was struggling
just a kilometer earlier, but I had a reason for wanting to catch up to them.
This race had chip timing, but there aren’t any intermediate
chip mats. To ensure we ran the full
route, they had an aid station somewhere in the middle of the route where we
were supposed to get a wrist band. You
needed the wrist band to get your finisher medal. I was well past the halfway mark and didn’t
have a wristband yet. I didn’t know
where we would get them, but I started to worry that I somehow missed it. I wanted to catch the runners ahead of me to
see if they had their wristbands yet.
Yeah, I was getting a little neurotic.
At 23K, I checked my time.
Earlier in the race, I had been running five minute kilometers, which
put me on pace for 3:30. Now I was about
three and a half minutes behind that pace.
I was once again confident I would break four hours easily, providing I
continued to have good footing.
The route took us up onto a levee that went around the
corner of a reservoir. Up on the levee,
it was easier to see the runners ahead of me.
I was definitely going to catch the guy in the white shirt.
As I got closer, I saw something on his left wrist. It was neon green. Was that the wrist band? I started to panic. When I was close enough, I realized that was
his watch band. As I passed him, I
looked at both of his wrists. No wrist
band. I had a big sigh of relief.
After leaving the levee, I got onto a paved road. I thrived on the sure footing of the road and
picked up my pace even more. I caught up
to Nicola. She also didn’t have a wrist
band. I told her I was relieved to be
back on solid pavement. She was
too. Neither of us was fond of the loose
dirt.
I was on fire now. I
went on ahead on my own. When I reached
24K, I checked my time again. I ran that
kilometer in 4:43. That was my fastest
kilometer so far.
We were near a small mountain range. I could see Tuvin Taung Pagoda on the top of
the ridge. If there was one point in the
race where I wished I brought my camera, this was it.
At 27K, I reached an aid station that was at the southeast
corner of our route. As I rounded the
corner, a volunteer handed me my wristband.
I felt like a weight was lifted off me.
Now I could stop worrying about that and focus on finishing the race.
For the next two or three kilometers, I was on a paved
road. I was once again consistently
clicking off kilometers that were faster than five minutes. I passed another runner. Then I reached
28K. It was time to take inventory
again. I was feeling a little bit warm
now, but I was two thirds of the way through the race. I was on pace to break 3:35. I didn’t expect to keep up the pace as it got
hotter, but I maintained my effort.
I was past 29K and starting to anticipate the 30K sign when
I made a left turn and saw another runner in the distance. I immediately wondered if I could reel him in
and pass him. He was at least 400 meters
ahead of me, but there was a lot of race left.
I made it my mission to catch him.
I was back on dirt roads again. The surface was fairly firm, but I still
noticed the difference in traction. I
found myself constantly changing my stride, as I tried to find a gait that let
me run faster without wearing myself out.
I didn’t know how many runners were ahead of me, but now I
wasn’t just racing for time. I wanted to
see how high I could place. That’s
exactly what I needed for motivation. I
lit a fire under myself to keep up my effort.
I was so focused on catching the runner ahead of me that I
missed both the 30K and 31K signs. I saw
the 32K sign just as I was getting to another village. I was high fiving the kids on both sides of
the road. It momentarily slowed me down,
but they were excited and so was I.
Shortly after that, I finally passed the runner I had been chasing.
With 9K to go, I realized I was now on a good pace to break
3:35. It didn’t seem realistic
before. Now it did.
After a couple of turns I got onto a road that went straight
for far enough that I could see a runner in the distance. He was wearing a green shirt. By the time I caught him, I could see another
runner ahead of me wearing a black shirt.
He was pretty far ahead of me.
I made another turn.
The guy in the black shirt was taking a brief walking break. He was closer now, but way in the distance, I
could see two more runners in white.
They were about 800 meters in front of me. I only had 7K to go, so I wasn’t too
confident I could catch them before the end of the race. Then they disappeared around a corner.
When I finally turned around that same corner, they were
right in front of me. They were
walking. One turned to look at me as I
passed. I saw he was wearing a half
marathon bib.
I never noticed when the marathon and half marathon courses
merged together again. Now if I saw
someone in front of me, I didn’t know if I was competing with them. As it turns out, everyone I passed from that
point on was walking. I don’t think I
saw any more marathon runners.
The last major landmark I passed was the Nan Myint Tower. I had noticed it before from farther
away. I continued running five minute
kilometers. I was no longer trying to
move up in the field. Now I was just
trying to maintain my pace to the finish.
Late in the race, as I ran along a narrow trail, I saw a
plastic bottle in the bushes. I was
annoyed that someone would litter like that.
I was tempted to stop and pick it up.
Then I remembered what they said about snakes during our pre-race
briefing. I stayed on the trail.
With two kilometers to go, I ran through Nyaung-U Town. This is another fairly built-up area with
hotels and restaurants. Now my legs
started to feel heavy. I tried to keep
up my pace, but I couldn’t quite do it.
My pace slowed down a little, despite by best effort to finish strong. Finally, in the last kilometer, I saw a sign
marking a turn. When I got there, I
realized I was turning into the parking lot next to Htiliminio Temple. Suddenly, I knew exactly where I was in
relation to the finish line. I raced for
the line and finished in 3:32:04. I
placed fourth overall.
Remarkably, I ran negative splits by four minutes, in spite
of the fact that the second half was hotter.
It was at least 80 degrees by the time I finished. I usually hold up well in heat, but I think
it also helped that this was my third straight tropical race. After five days in Cuba, six days in
Thailand, and four days in Myanmar, I was adapting to the heat.
I love the design of the finisher medal. It shows both the temples and the hot air
balloons. The ribbon is patterned after
the Myanmar flag.
They had buses to the hotels that left every hour on the
hour. Before the race, I assumed I would
be taking the 11:00 bus. I looked at my
watch and realized I could still catch the 10:00 bus. They had a buffet line with post-race food,
but I skipped most of it. I got a water
bottle and a croissant, and went to retrieve my gear bag. Then I headed straight to the bus. The bus made a circuit that stopped at
several different hotels. Amata Garden
Resort was near the end of the circuit, so I didn’t get back until about 10:30.
After washing up, I went for a brief swim. The resort had a nice large pool. The cool water was refreshing, and swimming
helped my muscles recover.
I had lunch at the resort and talked to some of the other
runners. In the late afternoon, we can a
cocktail party at the resort for all the runners. After that, I didn’t have room for a full
dinner, but I came back to the restaurant to order a dessert. I had to try the fried Bagan bananas.
I went to bed early, and for the second straight night, I
slept solidly all night.
Sunday, November 24
Sunday was a day that we could either book an optional
excursion or be on our own. I opted to
be on my own, which allowed me to sleep in.
I didn’t notice many other people at breakfast. Then I remembered that a lot of the people in
our group got up early to do the balloon ride excursion. I stepped outside and saw some of them flying
over.
The people in this one were waving as they got close to our
resort. I think some of them were in our
tour group.
Before it got too hot, I went out for a recovery run. I stuck to wide roads that had good footing. My run gave me a chance to see some different
pagodas.
I finished my run before the resort’s breakfast service was
done, so I was able to rehydrate with some juice. Then I went for a swim. I bumped into Nicola in the pool area. She was already back from her hot air balloon
ride. From the balloons, they got great
aerial views of the pagodas. Here’s one
of her photos.
I spent most of the afternoon relaxing at the resort. Then, at 4:00, I met the rest of the group to
go to our celebration dinner. The venue
was kept secret. We were only told it
would be open-air, and we should wear shoes appropriate for walking over
sand. It turned out to be a sunset
cruise on the Irrawaddy River, followed by a dinner party on an island.
After dinner there was a brief awards ceremony. They had awards for the top three men and
women in each race. I just missed the
three, but we all cheered for Nicola, who was the female winner in the
marathon.
It took a long time to get back to the hotel, so I got to
bed late that night.
Monday, November 25
Before going to breakfast, I packed up, so I would be ready
to check out right after breakfast. Some
people went to other parts of Myanmar to extend their tour.
The rest of us flew back to Yangon.
We arrived at Yangon by 11:00 AM, but I wasn’t scheduled to
fly home until 11:30 PM. In the
meantime, I checked into an airport hotel.
I found one with an airport shuttle that was only $25. At the hotel, I had a secure place to leave
my bags, and I could use their wifi.
They also had a pool and a restaurant.
They even gave me a glass of juice when I checked in. I felt a little guilty about how little I was
paying.
I could’ve taken a taxi into town to have lunch, but it was
easier just to eat at the hotel restaurant. After lunch, I was feeling sleep, so I tried to take a
nap. The hotel had AC, but the
temperature outside was in the 90s, and my room was on the top floor. The AC just couldn’t keep up. It was 80 degrees in my room, which made it impossible
for me to get to sleep.
When Deb was awake, we talked on the phone for an hour and a
half. Since I arrived in Asia, we’ve
been in time zones that were about 12 hours out of sync. That’s made it tough to talk to each other
for more than a few minutes. Even when
we were both awake, at least one of us was on the go. This was the first time neither of us was in
a hurry to go someplace.
I had a light dinner at the hotel and tried one more time to
take a nap. By now, the sun was going
down, and my room had cooled off by several degrees. Unfortunately, I was no longer sleepy. At 8:30, I checked out, and they
brought me back to the airport.
I still have three flights to get home. The first one is a Korean Air flight back to
Incheon/Seoul. That's a nighttime
flight, but it's also the one with the smallest seats, which will make it difficult to
sleep. Hopefully, I'll be able to sleep on one of my flights. Otherwise, I'll be a wreck when I get home. At least then I can sleep in my own bed.
I don't have another race until mid-December. I've enjoyed my Asian adventure, but it'll be nice to be home for a while.
Race Statistics
Distance: 42.2 kilometers
Time: 3:32:04
Average Pace: 5:02
per kilometer (8:05 per mile)
Lifetime Marathons/Ultras:
393
Countries: 41
