This year Dublin staged its 30th anniversary marathon and attracted a record number of entrants.
I caught some of the tail end of the race as it came by the Merrion Shopping Centre on its way back into to town. I really felt sorry for these guys, the buzz of the race was dwindling rapidly, no crowds on the street and even the hired 'cheer team' in Ballsbridge were losing the will to live.
They hobble and trip through mountains of blue waterbottles, dodging the traffic that was beginning to forcefully reinstate itself, trying to muster the courage for another few kilometres of agony.
It is inspiring though, the age group, leaning deep into middle age and beyond, was evened out by a good representation of youngsters and you could see that these, shall we call it, less experienced runners bringing up the rear really had an axe to grind.
Even though they were going to finish a few months after Ethiopian race winner Feyisa Lilesa, they were wearing their finest Lycra and sure-as-shiz were going to finish this race if it killed them.
Even walking twenty-six miles is pretty good, but really preparation is essential, I could see that most of these final few were going to be stiff as a plank and unable to use any of their limbs for a few days from just walking the race.
Okay, I can't lie, it was really quite funny to watch all these people waddling, gasping and cramping all over the road. Still, fair dues, a marathon is something most people swear to do at some point, and so few actually do it, that it's probably worth a few days of not being able to put your own socks on. Five stars for this, Irelands highest profile amateur sports event. read more