On January 26, I ran Marrakech Marathon. I’ve been interested in traveling to Marrakech, but I didn’t know enough about Morocco to be comfortable planning a solo trip. Then I found out that Marathon Tours & Travel (MT&T) goes there.
I first saw this race on
the MT&T race calendar for 2024, but I already had plans for that
weekend. I made it a priority to go
there this year.
Thursday, January 23
I arrived in Paris on an
overnight flight from Minneapolis. I had
a four-hour layover in Paris, but there were two other runners from Minnesota
who were on the same two flights. We
spent the next three hours together in the Air France lounge before boarding
our flight to Marrakech.
We arrived in Marrakech
in the late afternoon. As it turns out,
there were dozens of runners in my tour group who arrived on the same flight
from Paris. Once everyone had their
luggage and got through immigration and customs, we left together to go to our
hotel. MT&T arranged for our
transportation.
Our group stayed at the Kenzi
Farah Rose Garden, which is a five-star hotel near the old town. After everyone had time to check in, we went
for a three-mile shakeout run. This was
our first chance to see the neighborhood around our hotel.
We had a welcome
reception in the evening at the hotel bar.
After the reception, I had dinner with my friend Gwen at an Italian
restaurant at the hotel. By the time we
paid our bill, I was struggling to stay awake.
I had no trouble getting
to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep through the night. I woke up at midnight and it took me a few
hours to get back to sleep.
Friday, January 24
We had a buffet breakfast
at the hotel. Besides our group, there were
other large groups staying at the same hotel.
I made a point of getting to breakfast before it got too crowded.
The air was really
dry. I didn’t drink enough water the day
I arrived, so I drank as much as possible with breakfast to get rehydrated. That became a daily routine.
After breakfast, we had a
half-day guided tour of the city. They
transported us by bus to the Koutoubia Mosque.
We started our tour with the mosque and its gardens.
From there, our tour was
on foot. There were 90 of us, so we
split into four small groups. We walked through one of the main gates in the
medina, which is the old town. Then we
visited the Saadian Tombs.
We walked by several small shops to get to the Bahia Palace, which includes numerous rooms and gardens. We spent a fair amount of time there, but I only took one picture. This room is part of the prime minister’s private chamber.
The rest of our tour took
us through a large marketplace. We
navigated through a maze of narrow alleyways with dozens of small shops.
We made a stop at a local
pharmaceutical shop, where we got to taste the Moroccan mint tea. We also had an opportunity to buy various
cosmetics.
As we made our way back
through the market, we stopped at the main square, and we had some time to
explore on our own.
We were going to be bused
back to the hotel, but it was only about a mile away, so some of us just walked
back rather than wait for the buses to arrive.
MT&T had already gone
to the expo to pick up everyone’s race packets.
After getting back to the hotel, we could get our race packets in the
hotel lobby.
A few of us had a late
lunch on the terrace next to the hotel pool.
Then I went to the fitness room to do weight training before relaxing
until dinner.
Our dinner was a Moroccan
meal at Chez Ali, which is an entertainment venue on the outskirts of the
city. We were scheduled to leave at 7:00
PM, but nothing ever happens on time in Morocco. We left about 20 minutes late. With traffic, we didn’t arrive at Chez Ali
until 8:00.
Our dinner was a
four-course meal. We had a choice of
entrée. Mine was a tagine dish with
lamb, prunes, and almonds. Between
courses, various groups came into our tent to entertain us.
Dinner was going to be
followed by a Moroccan folklore show, which included a parade, acrobats, and
traditional songs and dances.
We didn’t finish dinner
until 10:15. I didn’t know long the show
would be, but I didn’t expect to get back to the hotel any earlier than midnight.
I didn’t sleep at all
Wednesday night, and I only slept half the night on Thursday, so getting back
so late wasn’t ideal.
Somebody else asked one
of the MT&T guides if it was possible to go back to the hotel early. That was only possible if enough other people
were interested. We came in a motor
coach and three large vans. They would
need to have enough people going home early to fill at least one of the vans.
One of the MT&T guys
went from table to table to see how many people wanted to skip the show and go
home early. Of the 90 people on our
tour, 31 were interested in going back right away. I was one of them. I’m sure it was a good show, but I
desperately needed to get some sleep.
We got back to the hotel
at 11:00. It took me about an hour to
get to sleep. I slept better than the
previous night, but I still didn’t get a full night’s sleep.
Saturday, January 25
I set an alarm for 8:30,
just so I wouldn’t miss breakfast. Noise
from one of the other rooms woke me up much earlier, and I couldn’t get back to
sleep.
I had a late
breakfast. One of the other runners in
our group said the show was spectacular, but she didn’t get to sleep until 3
AM. I’m sure I would’ve enjoyed the
show, but I don’t regret going back early.
We didn’t have any
planned activities until the afternoon, so I spent the rest of the morning with
Gwen, walking through the same marketplace that was part of our tour on
Friday. Gwen was able to buy some
Moroccan coffee, mint tea, and a tagine.
Our tour in the afternoon
took us to three gardens. The first was Parc
Lalla Hasna. We had seen this park on
our first tour, and some of had walked through it on our way back from the marketplace.
Our second stop was
Menara Gardens. This park has thousands
of olive trees and a central reservoir which provides water for irrigation,
We spent the majority of
the afternoon at Le Jardin Secret (the secret garden). The entrance to these gardens is a doorway in
a narrow alleyway in the medina. You
could easily miss it if you didn’t know it was there. This was by far the most interesting of all
the gardens.
Our last stop was a place
where we could ride camels. We split
into three groups, and each group formed a caravan of about 15 camels.
We got back just in time
for our pre-race dinner. It was a buffet
that included pasta and also other entrees.
That night, I got to bed
earlier. For the first time during this
trip, I slept well.
Sunday, January 26
Sunday was race day. The marathon didn’t start until 8:30, so I
was able to have a light breakfast at the hotel before walking to the start.
The starting line was a
10-minute walk from our hotel. We met in
the lobby at 8:00 to walk to the start together. We crossed the first street, and about half
of the group went around some barriers, so they could keep going straight. Then the police moved the barriers, so nobody
else could get through.
I found a way through on the
other side of the street, but I don’t know if the rest of the group was able to
follow me. They could get to the start
area another way, but we weren’t all able to go as a group.
On the way to the start area, I
caught up with Gwen. After we entered
the start corral, we were reunited with Julie.
Julie wasn’t part of our tour group, but Gwen and I met her on our
flights.
The temperature was in the
upper 40s at the start, and I expected it to remain chilly for the first half
of the race. The sun had just risen, and
it wouldn’t warm up much until the sun got higher in the sky.
In the second half of the race,
I expected it to warm up rapidly, getting to 60 degrees by the time I finished. I wore tights, because I would rather risk
being hot in the second half than be cold for the first half of the race.
I wasn’t sure how fast I would
run. My only other race this year was a
48-hour race. My previous three races
were all marathons, but none of those races was conducive to running fast. As a result, I haven’t tried for a fast time
since early November.
For the last two months, I’ve
been training in cold weather, so I’ve been wearing bulky clothes that slow me
down. I normally train at an easy pace,
but all my recent training has been slower than normal. That had me feeling unsure of my readiness
for running a fast race.
I had to start the race before
I could evaluate what pace I could sustain.
At a minimum, I wanted to start the race on pace to break four
hours. Ideally, I wanted to start fast
enough to break 3:50, which would be a Boston qualifier. To do that, I would need to average about
8:45 per mile.
This is a large enough race
that the start was congested, but it didn’t take long before I could run at my
own pace. I kept accelerating for the
first kilometer. By then, I started to
feel like I might be going too fast. I
didn’t know for sure until my watch gave me my split for the first mile. I ran that mile in 8:21.
I knew that pace wouldn’t be
sustainable, so I eased up a little in the second mile. That mile was 8:36. That was still too fast, so I eased up some
more. By now, it seemed like 8:45 would
be a sustainable pace, but I worried that anything faster might not be.
There were a lot of turns in
the early miles. At about two miles, we
made a large U-turn and came back on the opposite side of a divided parkway.
As soon as we made that turn, I
felt a breeze. It---- was probably at
our backs when we were on the other side of the road. I hadn’t noticed any wind since arriving in
Marrakech. Having a breeze during the
race meant I was less likely to feel overdressed in the second half of the
race.
In the third mile, my pace
slowed to 8:42. That was pretty close to
the pace I wanted to average. Ideally, I
would have settled into that pace now for the rest of the race. That was easier said than done. Because of my fast start, I was surrounded by
people who had also started faster.
They had aid stations every
five kilometers. On the course map, the
aid station locations were denoted by an image of a water bottle. I couldn’t find any information indicating
whether they would have other food or beverages.
At the 5K aid station, I just
saw bottles of water. I grabbed a
bottle, took the cap off and drank about two thirds of it. That was as much as I could drink at one
time. After drinking what I could, I
tossed the bottle onto the sidewalk, so other runners wouldn’t be in danger of
tripping on it.
In the next two miles, I
started running too fast again. I’d tell
my self to slow down, but then I’d go back to running at the same pace as the
people around me. It wasn’t until the
sixth mile that I had a mile that was slower than 8:45.
As I was approached 10K, I saw
people who seemed to be assembling tables.
As I got closer, I realized they were tearing down the tables. Those were the fluid tables for the elite
athletes, and they were no longer needed at this point. I was still surprised how quickly they were
taken down.
At the 10K water station, I
only drank half of my bottle. That was
as much as I could drink without slowing down to walk.
After slowing down to 8:53 in
mile six, I picked up my effort. I
didn’t want my pace to get any slower than 8:45. I evidently overcompensated, because I sped
up to 8:11. I settled down a little bit
after that, but I kept running faster than I needed to. I’m still surprised that I was able to run
that fast without realizing it.
By now, we had left the older
part of the city and were getting into the more modern parts of the city. I recognized a mural that we had driven by on
Friday, so I stopped briefly to take a picture.
When I finished that mile, I
saw that I was slower than my target time of 8:45, but only by a few
seconds. If I hadn’t stopped to take a
picture, my pace would’ve been just right.
At 15K, I took off my
gloves. My hands weren’t getting hot,
but they no longer felt cold, and I knew it would start warming up soon.
In mile 10, I was back to running
too fast. I sped up to 8:21 in that mile. I wasn’t trying to run that fast, but I kept
falling into the trap of running with the pack, and the people around me were
going that fast.
There’s a rule of thumb that if
you don’t feel fresh after 10 miles, you’re going too fast. I didn’t feel fresh. I definitely felt like I was working to run
at this pace. On the other hand, I
didn’t feel like the pace was taking a toll on me. I felt about the same after 10 miles as I did
in the first few miles.
In the 11th mile, we went
through a roundabout that had an elaborate fountain in the center. I was tempted to take a picture, but I didn’t
want to lose time again. As it turns out,
I sped up to 8:18 in that mile. If I had
realized I was running that fast, I would’ve stopped to take the picture. It would’ve help me to settle down.
A couple miles after taking off
my gloves, my hands starting to feel cold.
I didn’t worry about it too much, because it would warm up about 10
degrees by the time I finished, and the sun would get higher in the sky. The fact that I had cold hands this late in
the race was encouraging. I didn’t
worry as much about being too hot later.
The first three aid stations
only had water. The aid station at 20K
was the first pone where I saw food. I
saw bananas and other food, but I didn’t want to slow down long enough to eat
anything. I was in a good rhythm, and I
didn’t want to do anything to disrupt that.
I run best when I can stay in a
consistent rhythm. This race has one of
the flattest courses I’ve seen, and the whole route had nice smooth
pavement. I was surprised how comfortable
I felt at the pace I was running, but this was an ideal course for me.
Halfway through the race, I was
on pace in finish in about 3:44, but I expected to slow down in the section
half. My only goal at this point was to
break 3:50. That gave me some room to
slow down in the second half, but I kept running with about the same effort.
After running miles 12 and 13
in 8:25, I ran the next two in 8:33 and 8:40.
I was still going faster than my target pace, but it was starting to
take more effort with each mile, and I wondered if I would keep slowing down.
When I’m running on an
unfamiliar course, I’ll sometimes think about where I would be if I was at the
equivalent point on a course that’s familiar to me. As I approached 25K, I though about where I
would be at 25K of the Boston Marathon course.
That race is pretty easy for the first 16 miles, but you have to hold
back or you’ll struggle when you reach the hills between 16 and 21.
In Boston, my goal is to reach
the 16-mile mark feeling like I’ve been hold back. I was only at 25K, and I was clearly working
hard. If I felt the same way at 25K on
the Boston course, I’d be heading for a train wreck. That was a wake-up call.
I regretted not having anything
to eat at 20K, because I didn’t know if other aid stations would have
food. When I saw food at the 25K aid
station, I decided I should eat something.
I didn’t see any bananas, but I grabbed a date and a handful of golden
raisins.
Eating the date, I had to be
careful to chew around the pit. I was
carrying a water bottle, but I didn’t start drinking until I was done eating
the raisins.
Running with a water bottle
while chewing raisins caused me to get out of breath. It was starting to warm up now, so I
should’ve had more to drink, but it was all I could do to drink half the
bottle.
It took me a few minutes to
catch my breath. Then I gradually
started to catch up with the runners who were near me before the aid station.
About half a mile later, we ran
down a ramp to go under two bridges.
Then we had to come back up a ramp.
It was the only hill on the course, but at this point I needed to be
careful not to work too hard. Going up
the ramp, I tried to maintain a consistent effort and not worry about my pace. I ran that mile in 8:45 despite slowing down
for the ramp. I was satisfied with that.
Just after coming up the ramp,
I saw runners merging in from the right.
There was a half marathon that started at 9:45. They had a different course, but it
overlapped with the marathon route in a few places.
The half marathon runners
outnumbered the marathon runners by about ten to one. I’m not sure how far they had run by this
point, but it seemed like they had not spread out much. The road was now filled with a wall of
runners.
I quickly discovered that these
runners weren’t going as fast as I was trying to run. To stay on pace, I needed to work hard to get
around the slower runners.
It was no longer possible to
run the tangents. Instead, I was weaving
back and forth, always looking for a gap I could run through. When I broke through one wall of runners, I would
accelerate. Then I’d have to figure out
where to break through the next wall of runners. I was like a running back who has to follow
his blocks, only I didn’t have any blockers.
When I finished the next mile,
I was pleasantly surprised to see that I actually sped up in that mile. It took a lot of extra energy though.
I was still fighting my way
through this horde of slower runners when I reached the 30K mark. The aid station was total chaos. I had to come to a stop before I could get
through the other runners to get to one of the water tables. Runners were grabbing bottles faster than the
volunteers could unpack them. I
eventually got a water bottle, but it cost me some time.
That mile was slower than my
target pace, but there was a good reason for it. The next mile was equally slow, but now it
was because I was getting tired.
At 20 miles, I finally reached
a point where marathon runners went straight, but the half marathon runners
turned right. It was a relief to be out
of the crowd. Now I could follow other
runners and know we were all doing the same race. I could once again use the other runners to
gauge my pace.
We did a short
out-and-back. Then we turned onto the
same street where the half marathon had turned previously.
There were barriers in the
middle of the street, but they were spaced about 100 feet apart. I think they were supposed to be connected
with caution tape, but the tape was missing.
It was obvious to me that the
marathon runners were supposed to stay on the left side of the street, and the
half marathon runners were supposed to stay on the right. There was nothing to prevent runners from
crossing over, and most of the runners moved over to the left side of the
street. That was frustrating.
This street was wide enough
that I could easily get around the slower runners. Unfortunately, I didn’t know which runners
were doing the marathon. I couldn’t
gauge my pace according to the other runners without knowing if they were doing
the marathon.
Occasionally, I would pass a
runner who I remembered passing before.
I had run an out-and-back that they didn’t have to run, so they all got
ahead of me again.
I was struggling to keep up my
pace, but I no longer needed to average 8:45.
After 22 miles, I calculated that I could slow down to roughly 9:30, and
I would still finish in 3:50. That’s all
I cared about.
The two races diverged
again. We turned to the left, and the
runners doing the half marathon turned to the right. In theory, I could once again stay on pace
just by following the runners in front of me.
In practice, the wheels were coming off.
The pace I had been running for most of the race was too fast, and it
was catching up to me. The extra effort
I put into weaving around slower runners didn’t help. My legs now felt like lead.
I reached the 35K sign, but the
aid station was farther down the street.
Before I got there, my watch gave me my time for mile 22. I slowed to 8:58. That was my slowest mile so far, but I viewed
anything faster than 9:30 as extra time in the bank. With 4.2 miles to go, I just needed to
average 9:37.
The aid station had
bananas. They were cut in half, but I
needed to remove the peel. As I pulled
back the peel, the banana squirted out. It
popped up in the air. I couldn’t catch
it, but I kept it from hitting the ground by deflecting it onto the table. I don’t know how clean the table was, but it
was a lot cleaner than the street. I
still ate the banana. Then I slowed to a
walk while drinking some water.
When I looked at the course map
before the race, I saw aid stations every 5K, up to 35K. I didn’t see an aid station at 40K. As far as I knew, this was the last aid
station, so I drank as much as I could stomach.
Then I forced myself to run again.
When I finished the next mile,
I saw that I had slowed to 9:35. That
made me panic. I couldn’t afford to slow
down much more. I momentarily forgot
that I had lost a lot of time at the aid station.
I could no longer count on the
runners ahead of me to keep a consistent pace.
Most were slowing down. Some were
walking. I spotted a runner who looked
like he was still going strong, and I challenged myself to keep up with
him. Then I passed him. Then I looked for another runner to chase.
In October I bought a new
running watch. My old watch displayed my
current pace, but it never seemed to be accurate, so I didn’t trust it. I didn’t know how fast I was going, so I
looked at my watch. I saw my current
pace, but the readout was tiny. My watch
said my current pace was 8:45. If that
was accurate, it was encouraging. That
gave me the motivation I needed to keep up my effort.
For the next mile, I moved up
through the field. Then we merged with
the half marathon again. I continued to
focus on the same two runners I had been following. One was a guy wearing a red shirt. The other was a woman with a pink shirt and a
camelback. I ignored everyone else,
knowing that most of the other runners were doing the half marathon.
When I finished mile 24, I saw
that I had sped up to 8:43. To break
3:50, I needed to run the last 2.2 miles in 23 minutes. I could afford to slack off, but I didn’t
want to get lazy. I did my best to keep
chasing those same two runners.
In the second-to last mile, I
went through a roundabout and saw cars going through it. Often, in races with traffic
control, the police will let a few cars though when there’s a large gap between
runners. Here, it seemed like too many
cars were going through. I continued to
run through the roundabout, even though cars were entering from another
direction.
It wasn’t until later in the
day that I learned from other runners that the roads were opened to traffic
long before the race was over. I only
encountered cars at the last roundabout, but the slowest runners were sharing
the road with cars for the last two hours of the race. These weren’t quiet residential streets. The course was on streets that are normally
busy.
When I reached the 40K sign, I
didn’t see an aid station. Then I turned
a corner, and my watch recorded my split for mile 25. I slowed to 8:54 in that mile, but that was
still much faster than the pace I needed.
A little farther up the road, I
saw water tables on the left. The guy in
the red shirt stopped to grab a bottle, so I figured I could too. He resumed running while I was still drinking. After that, I couldn’t keep up with him. All I could do is to try to keep him in
sight.
I had already been out of
breath for the last two miles. I’ve
never felt like this in the late miles of as marathon. I might be fatigued or have sore legs, but
it’s not normal to be out of breath in a race as long as a marathon. I felt like I was running a 10K race.
I wanted to give my maximum
effort, but I could no longer force myself to do it. I did my best to limit the damage, and I only
slowed to 9:11 in that mile.
The last turn was in front of
the Menara Mall. We had driven by there
on at least one of our tours, so I had a good idea where I was.
After turning the corner, I saw
the first of several balloon arches. I
remember seeing at least two other arches at the beginning of the race after
crossing the starting line. Now, I was
about to go back through them. I was
expecting the finish line to be under the third arch.
As I ran under the first arch,
I looked ahead for the digital clock at the finish line. I could see now that there were more arches
than I remembered. It now looked like I
had to run to the fourth arch. Then I
saw another … then another. There were
six or seven other balloon arches before the finish line.
I knew I was going to break
3:50, but I had to run farther than I expected.
With two arches to go, I finally summoned up the strength to put on a
strong finish. I crossed the line in
3:48:24.
Immediately after finishing, I
started to feel light-headed.
Fortunately, that feeling passed quickly. I continued to move forward, but I couldn’t
get far before I encountered a wall of runners who weren’t moving. They were packed in like sardines from one
side of the street to the other. The
start/finish area was fenced off, so there was no place to go but forward.
I never felt too hot during the
race, but with hundreds of runners packed in around me, I quickly got hot and
sweaty. I was uncomfortable, but there
was nothing I could do about it.
For the longest time, nobody in
front of me was moving forward. Gwen had
told me before the race that she was going to stay and watch for me after she
finished. I sent her a text to let her
know I had finished. Then I got a text
from Gwen saying she was still in the crowd of runners in front of me, even
though she had finished much earlier.
Eventually, the crowd started
moving forward, but only at a snail’s pace.
It wasn’t until I was almost to the last balloon arch in the
start/finish area that I saw the problem.
There were only a few narrow openings for us to squeeze through. In between, there were tables with volunteers
handing out food bags. It was like six
lanes of traffic having to merge down to two lanes. It was a bottleneck.
I eventually got through and
got my food bag and finisher medal. By
the time I got out to the street, 36 minutes had elapsed since I finished the
race.
The food bag contained a bottle
of water, a banana, two oranges, and a package with dates and raisins. I ate the banana and drank half of the water
while walking back to the hotel. I ate
the rest of the food when I got back to my room.
After showering and changing
into clean clothes, I relaxed in my room until I started to get hungry
again. Then I went down to the pool bar
to have a late lunch.
While I was eating, I saw other
runners I knew, and we shared our race experiences. I learned that the race ran out of medals, so
many of the runners who finished later didn’t get one. That’s also when I learned that the streets
were opened up to traffic.
My own race experience was
mostly positive until I crossed the finish line. The post-race experience was bad for me and
worse for others.
I spent the rest of the
afternoon with other runners in the pool area.
Then I went to a post-race celebration with all the runners in our tour
group.
Many of the runners weren’t
showing up in the race results. When I
looked up my bib number, it didn’t initially show any result. MT&T made a list of all the runners who
either didn’t get a medal or didn’t get listed in the results. I’m confident they’ll make sure everyone
gets a medal and an official result.
I was one of the last runners
to leave the party. By then everyone
else had already made dinner plans.
Despite having a late lunch, I still needed to have something to eat
before going to bed. I eventually had
dinner by myself at an Italian restaurant at the hotel.
I’m happy to say that I slept
well for the second straight night.
Monday, January 27
MT&T had an option for a four-day
extension to see more of Morocco, but I didn’t want this to be too long of a
trip. Instead, I flew home.
I didn’t have a lot of options
for flights. I could wake up in the
middle of the night for an early morning flight, or I could take a late
afternoon flight and have an overnight connection in Paris. I chose the afternoon flight. That allowed me to get a full night’s sleep
and have one last breakfast with the other runners.
Many of the runners either left
early or had booked other excursions. At
breakfast, I saw two runners I knew, and I met two others. We had done many of the same races, so we talked
for almost three hours.
After breakfast, I had just
enough time to do a workout and finish packing before I needed to check
out. I checked out before noon, but I
didn’t need to leave for the airport until 1:30, so I continued visiting with
other runners who were in the lobby.
One of the topics that came up
was the problems with results. I looked
up my result again. They now showed a
time for my bib number which matched the time on my watch. There wasn’t any name associated with my bib
number.
That was a common problem. In the participant list, there were numerous
bib numbers that weren’t associates with any name. Mine was one of them. My best guess is that it was a data entry
error associated with runners who were registered by a tour group. I talked to a runner who registered himself,
and his result was fine. If that’s the
only problem, I’m sure MT&T can get it straightened out.
I got to the airport about two
and a half hours before my flight to Paris.
Check in, security, and passport control were all quick, so I had time
to relax and eat an early dinner in an airport lounge.
In Paris, I spent the night at
an airport hotel. I was leaving the
terminal, so I had to go through passport control for entering the Schengen
zone. After that, getting to my hotel
was fairly easy. I took an automated
train from Terminal 2 to Terminal 3.
From the terminal 3 stop, I only had to walk a quarter mile to get to my
hotel. I got there around 9:00.
When I got to my room, it was a
little too warm. I set the thermostat
and went down to the lounge to have a beer while I waited got the room to cool
down. When I got back to my room, I was
disappointed to find that it had only cooled down by one degree. I was so tired that I crashed hard anyway.
Tuesday, January 28
My flight wasn’t until 10:30,
so I had time to eat breakfast before going back to the airport. I’ve made connections at CDG before, but this
was the first time I’ve departed from this airport. It’s a large airport, and it can be
confusing, but I found it to be a breeze.
There were airport employees in various places scanning boarding passes
and directing people to the right gate area or the best security line.
Flying home from Europe is always
a long travel day, but it helps that I got a good night’s sleep, and I only
have one flight today.
UPDATE: I checked the results again on Tuesday, and my result now shows up correctly. I also checked the results of some of the other runners, and their results are there too.
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