The next mile took me along the Avenue Daumesnil, which was another of those seemingly unending roads. It started out in the suburbs, running past some residents who appeared to be surprised by the 31,000 runners running down their street, then eventually opened into broad parkland, with trees lining the route.

At this point the pacemaker shouted something I couldn’t translate, but it became obvious when he darted off to the right and stood behind a tree. Some other runners followed him but I thought it a bit weird to go to the toilet at the same time as the pacemaker, so I carried on running. I suppose even pacemakers must answer the call of nature. This meant I was now quite far ahead of the pacemaker however and the fact that he had gone now made me feel like I had to go – so I did the same thing of ducking behind a tree and relieving myself. It also allowed the pacemaker to catch up with me and overtake me a bit.

Coming to the end of the Avenue Daumesnil, the tower of a castle gradually came into view. I didn’t know what it was as I approached it, but I know now it was the Château de Vincennes. In front of the château was another sponge station. I would have preferred another water station, but this was better than nothing. The sun had made me a bit sweaty, so I grabbed one of the sponges and cooled myself down.

The course continued down the Avenue des Minimes, entering a heavily forested area. The shade was nice and the atmosphere felt more secluded, with trees all around us and not many supporters on this part of the route. At the end of that road the course merged with the Avenue du Tremblay, which marked the most easterly point of the race. Then the course zig-zagged southwards until it joined the Avenue de Gravelle at the southern perimeter of the park.

Video: Passing kilometre 19 on the Avenue de Gravelle

The Avenue de Gravelle was another long road, but it was full of bends, so this time it felt like I was getting somewhere. At this point I was ticking along, enjoying the sunshine and the scenery of the park. As the course gradually left behind the park and moved closer to entering the city again, the number of supporters increased which helped lift the atmosphere a little.

Approaching the half-marathon point, the scenery of the parkland gave way to the more urban landscape again. The sun had gone in again, which made everything seem rather grey and dull. Still, when I crossed the thirteen mile marker and then the official half-marathon point, I was feeling good, but my legs were now starting to ache a little, which was becoming a bit distracting. This was a crucial point in the race for me – if I started feeling tired and achy now the next 13.1 miles would only get worse. I could only hope that this was a phase which I could run through.

Video: Passing the half-marathon point

For the next 1.5 miles, the course followed the Rue de Charenton, then the Avenue Daumesnil. The sun had come out again and there were more people shouting us on and some more bands were playing along the route. The further we made it into the city again, the better the atmosphere became.

Video: Soaking up the atmosphere on the Rue de Charenton

Once we made it onto the Avenue Daumesnil again, there was another of those unending roads. The relative boredom of running along the long, straight road was broken by continual encouragement from the pacemaker and the appearance of two drag queens – I nearly tripped over the kerb as we ran past them! By now it was obvious I was becoming quite tired.

The pacemaker advised everyone to take on a snack if necessary as he tucked into an energy bar. I stuck to my strategy of taking energy gels every three miles. It felt like we’d been running down this road for ages when we finally moved onto the Rue de Lyon.

Update: Half-way through

In the distance I could see a column which looked remarkably like the one we had passed in the Place de la Bastille some miles earlier. Of course, it was the same one, but I hadn’t realised the course actually passed through the Place de la Bastille twice – I just thought we might pass a street behind it the second time.

Approaching the Place de la Bastille for a second time

The course took the second left from the Bastille onto Boulevard Henri IV. Just as we turned that corner, the pacemaker grabbed a handful of bananas and passed them out through the crowd. I declined, as I hadn’t eaten them during my training so I didn’t want to chance it now. A few metres later there was a another food station, where I took my next energy gel instead. After the Boulevard Henri IV, the course turned onto the Quai des Célestins, then the Voie Georges Pompidou, on the banks of the Seine. This phase was probably the most beautiful of the whole race.

Since I’ve never been to Paris, nor do I know it very well, what I didn’t realise was that the Rue de Rivoli runs behind some of Paris’ most famous buildings – the Louvre, the Tuileries gardens and the City Hall. There was plenty of support from bystanders, some Parisians were even game enough to shout “Allez Simon!” (Go Simon!) because my name was printed on my bib. It all contributed to the great atmosphere at the start of the race, helped along by the thousands of other runners that were still running past us.

At the end of the Rue de Rivoli, the tall buildings open out onto one of Paris’ squares, this one being the Place de la Bastille, with a huge column in the middle of it. This was also significant because it was the first refreshments stop. The Paris Marathon is the first one I’ve run where food (orange segments, bananas, raisins and sugar cubes) was offered as well as drinks, but because I hadn’t eaten anything but energy gels during training, I didn’t take any food. Instead I just took my first bottle of water.

Now I’m used to running through water stations, but the pacemaker slowed to walking pace whilst going the water stations and this time, I reluctantly did so as well. The intensity of my training for the marathon and how exhausted it left me, as well as the fact I took a three week holiday in the middle of my training meant I wasn’t trying for a personal best this time, but moreover, I wanted to make sure I completed the marathon comfortably, rather than like in Dublin last year, where I felt I nearly killed myself finishing it.

I didn’t feel like I needed to walk through the water stations, but I recognise now that it was a part of the negative split strategy – taking a short walking break to allow a little recovery and preserve energy.

I’d run a little far ahead of the pacemaker, so I slowed down until the group caught me up again. The course followed another side street of Paris, the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Antoine, to the next Place, the Place de la Nation. Around this huge roundabout was another station, this time handing out sponges. Hundreds, maybe thousands of filthy, discarded sponges littered the ground. I didn’t take one this time because I didn’t feel like I needed it.

The course then continued down the Avenue du Trône, though I didn’t see the two columns, because they were both covered in scaffolding and on for another kilometre down the opposite side of a busy main road. It was quite boring running down the Avenue du Trône because there was nothing but grey concrete buildings on either side of the road and the crowd had thinned out quite a bit now, so the atmosphere from earlier had evaporated.

However, the sun had now come out a bit which made it a little bit warmer and a bit nicer. At the next roundabout, the Porte de Vincennes, the course took a ninety-degree turn right onto the Boulevard Soulit, which would lead eventually to the next milestone – the 10km point.

The long stretch which led to that was the perfect time to record my next update…

Approaching 10km

The 10km point was on the corner of the road which took the course left onto Avenue Daumesnil and out of the city, towards a huge park called the Bois de Vincennes. After passing the 10km point, I was feeling alright. My muscles had taken a while to get warmed up, but with each mile that passed that stiffness dissipated.