10 Years of Running: My 10 Favorite Miles

December 1 will mark 10 years since I became a runner instead of a smoker and changed my life. On the way to that 10th runnerversary, I am going to celebrate with an occasional top 10 post.

My 10 Favorite Medals | My 10 Favorite Bibs | My 10 Favorite Shoes

Officially, my favorite mile is "the one you're running." It is vital to think that way as a runner, and in life. Unofficially, I definitely have some of my own favorites just like everyone else. This is the hardest of my lists to narrow down, but here are 10 that have special meaning in my life.

10. Mile 11 of Maratona di Roma. Between the 17K and 18K markers, you follow the cobblestones right up to Piazza St. Pietro and the Vatican. As I passed the Pope's window where he gives his short speech and blessing some Sundays, crowds were forming behind barricades in anticipation. It is really hard to decide on just one mile in this race. This race is a feast of the senses.

10 Years of Running: My 10 Favorite Bibs

December 1 will mark 10 years since I became a runner instead of a smoker and changed my life. On the way to that 10th runnerversary, I am going to celebrate with an occasional top 10 post.

My 10 Favorite Bibs

10. 2012 New York City Marathon. I keep this one wrapped in a drawer for posterity. Superstorm Sandy forced the only cancellation of a NYCM -- controversially decided within 48 hours of the race. A thousand of us ran instead on Staten Island with orange race shirts and our backpacks filled with relief supplies to help victims there. I ran the Harrisburg Marathon as a replacement two weeks later.

My 10 Favorite Runs of 2012

As a great year in running finishes in style with the #12RunsOfChristmas, I wanted to take a look back at my own favorite races in 2012. What are yours? Here's my top 10:

1. Paris Marathon, April 22. Starting at the Arc de Triomphe (right) and running past the Louvre and Notre Dame Cathedral and Eiffel Tower and alongside the Seine and French-kissing your wife at the finish is not going to be beaten by any marathon anywhere.

2. Portugal Day 5M, June 17. Finished in 52:11 at Central Park, a 10:26 pace that marked my fastest since 2008. One of those sultry days when you feel light and fast.

3. Harrisburg Marathon, Nov. 11. Makeup race for the canceled NYC Marathon. Hated the 3 miles of nature hills that ruined my finish time, but everything else about it was wonderful and the race organizer was great.

4. NYC Half, March 18. Running through Times Square while the taxis are forced to go elsewhere is too cool not to be in the top 5.

5. Miami Marathon, Jan. 29. I.T. Band syndrome collapse at mile 16 cost me an extra hour. But man is that a beautiful course. Running through South Beach and out toward Key Biscayne is dreamy.

6. #12RunsOfChristmas, Day 1. I only had to run one mile on the first day, and I ran with my English Bulldog King Bingley. If you knew King Bingley you would laugh all the way.

7. Brooklyn Half, May 19. It's the best finish in running, at least in my experiences. You wind up on the boardwalk at Coney Island and then hit Nathan's for dogs and drinks. 2:29 finish OK for me.

8. All-Star Game 5K, July 8. Great course in Kansas City. When you have people like George Brett around, it has to be good. Bad bottleneck at the finish, but otherwise it was a blast.

9. Halifax, Yorkshire County, England, April 17. This was my favorite non-race training run of 2012. I ran in the rain in upper England while we were visiting family. Along the way I stopped at a historic cemetery and was moved by a tombstone that read: "PEACE PERFECT PEACE." I said a prayer for an entire cemetery of those who rest in peace. Then I ran onward to Sowerby Bridge, past fish & chips stops and breathed in the classic scenery on my first voyage to Europe.

10. NFL Back to Football Run, August 30. New York Road Runners brought in Giants players and decorated the start at Central Park with NFL team flags -- a great vibe on the night the season kicked off. 4 miles in 42:22, and it was fun to see all the runners in NFL jerseys. Great tech shirt, too.

Video: Running Around The World in 2012

I challenged myself as best I could in 2012, and I hope you might appreciate this little Animoto video I produced to look at this year in running. I would like to thank all of you who visit here and who are among those who support this marathoner in our great global running community. Peace be with you.


Make a video of your own at Animoto.

Paris Marathon: Peace Perfect Peace

The Marathon de Paris was my ninth marathon overall since I traded smoking for running on 12/1/06, and my first marathon outside the United States. It was my second of three marathons in 2012, following Miami in January and leading up to this November's New York City Marathon. I finished in 5:38:15, my best since 2008 (NYC, 5:13, and STL, 5:21). The highlight this time, besides the scenery, was my overall health. Eleven physical therapy sessions have defeated the I.T. Band syndrome that plagued me in Miami. Cold and driving wind knocked me back by a good 15 minutes but I felt like William the Conquerer, whose ancient Tower of London I saw on this trip in all its regal majesty. I did this as a result of not being accepted in the London Marathon Lottery, and I highly recommend to anyone that they put Paris on their marathon bucket list.

PART 1: Seeing Europe

The marathon was the conclusion of an unforgettable first trip of my lifetime to Europe. Really, my most lasting impression of the entire trip was the time we were able to spend with Lisa's family, for five wonderful days in Yorkshire County, England. I enjoyed ale at British pubs, beef pies, Yorkshire Pudding, scones with cream, constant tea, and the sights of old York including the York Minster and their awesome City Wall that kept invaders out. We talked a lot of Brit football and rugby. I got in a few workouts, including a training run in the rain to Sowerby Bridge, which has the deepest waterway lock in Great Britain. During that run, I walked into a very old King Cross cemetery with huge headstones, and for unknown reasons I want to share these words that I saw engraved on a few of them in postwar 1920: "PEACE PERFECT PEACE." I stood there and said a prayer outloud for an entire graveyard of passed souls, again for unknown reasons, in pouring rain, and told them all that a stranger one day would come from another world and tell them they mattered in history. Maybe it was because my common ancestors are from Pidley, in Huntingdonshire, now Cambridge.

We took a 3-hour EAST COAST train ride down England to London and spent Thursday night and Friday there with Uncle John and Aunt Mary, taking a tour on top of a red double-decker, and I saw Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Parliament, Tower Bridge, Westminster Abbey and all the must-sees.

We took the Eurostar from London to Paris at 3 p.m. on Friday the 13th -- you are effectively in France once you jump aboard the train that goes under the English Channel. The Hotel Normandy was an enormous coup, alongside classic Rue de Rivoli. We had booked it online, taking a chance since it was knocked from 4-star to 3-star, and it was right next to the Louvre and gorgeous, surrounded by classic French cafes and featuring a spacious Triple room. I enjoyed 12 Burgundy Snails, duck breast, wine. We went to the Louvre and gazed at Leonard da Vinci's Monna Lisa, who gazed right back forever. To the right here is my picture of her. It was hard to leave her room. You can take pictures, just not flash (some did). We hunted down Venus de Milo, the Goddess of Love who was discovered in Greece in 1820, sculptor unknown. Running Expo was at Port de Versailles, my first time on the Metro, which is very well-kept and fun to travel.

I did not know: Tour d'Eiffel sparkles. This was possibly the biggest (literally) wow factor of the trip. We visited the iconic tower on Saturday night, photographing it to the hilt, and were on our way to find a taxi back to the hotel. As we were waiting at dusk, we looked back and suddenly it was alit in gold. But that was not the coolest part. At exactly 9 p.m., the Eiffel Tower sparkled. It looked like a million fireflies, making you giggle, and I videotaped it. That lasted for five minutes. We were so privileged to have been standing there that very moment. Watch a snippet of that unforgettable scene right here.

PART 2: Bienvenue de la Marathon de Paris!

I wore bib No. 45782 for the 36th running of one of the world's greatest sporting events, one that would feature record times for the winners. The name read simply: "MARC." It was no typo. I took French in high school and college, and that was my French name, so I requested that. It was so cool the first time I heard a French female spectator on the course shout to me: "Allez, Marc!"


I wore a new ASICS one-bottle belt I had bought at the Expo,  because I knew the fuel stations were only each 5K (3.1 miles), and I did not want to run 26.2 carrying with my handheld. That is the only real problem I have with the Paris Marathon; if you run this one, carry water and sport drink. A world-class marathon should never go more than two miles without stations, IMHO. At least their stations rocked, though. They were stocked with raisins, orange slices, bananas and water (Powerade at mile 20), and sometimes buckets of water to dip sponges.

Elements

I mention this prominently because this was by far the worst weather conditions of any marathon or half-marathon I have run. It was even worse than the 2009 New Jersey Marathon, which I ran in rain from start to finish. That is because it was a strong and cold wind all 26.2 miles, seemingly always head-on for the longest straightaways. If there is one thing I hate most as a runner it is wind, and we unfortunately drew the wind card on this day, worth a good 15 or 20 minutes. Running a marathon is hard enough!

Departe

Start corrals were on the southeast side of Arc de Triomphe. I had arranged two bags the night before, one for bag check and one a disposable with items needed at the start such as 4 GUs, earphones, salt packets. I was immediately greeted by cold wind. Most of us wore the sleeveless disposable pullovers given at the Running Expo, a lifesaver for this race. Watch this video to see:



I ducked into a tent with other runners and huddled in there from 7:45 to 8:10. Then I handed over my bag in the frigid Paris air and entered my corral in a surreal scene that even the NYC Marathon start cannot capture: 43,000 runners crammed into Av. Des Champs-Elysses, prodded on by bouncy aerobicize types cheering us from atop platforms.

Immediately on the side of those platforms facing the start line, one thing became clear. Runners put the "P" in Paris. I saw countless ripped-off disposable pullovers lying on the cobblestones and women squatting to pee on them. Everywhere I would go on this day, people would relieve themselves as freely as you will find anywhere, men or women. Porta-potties were never more optional.

We heard the countdown over the speakers, at the start line far, far in front of me. "Quatre ... trois ... deux ... un" .... gun. That was about 8:45 a.m. I kept looking back behind me at the greatest Arch other than the one in St. Louis. Finally I officially crossed the start at 9:25. I was off for my first international marathon. Ahead of me was the City of Lights. Paris.

 

FIRST HALF

I decided to take a new approach for this marathon. My goal was to take it 5K at a time, to stay within myself and never think beyond that. Run one 5K, fuel up, then run the next 5K. I figured that since I was unfamiliar with the course, everything would command my concentration and free me from overthought. I believe firmly that marathons are mostly mental and overthinking is The Wall.

I had two glitches at the start. One, a man grabbed me and told me I had lost my water bottle. Indeed, it had slipped out of my new fuel belt, so I had to dart through packed runners to snag it. Two, my iTunes music on the iPhone was set to loop mode, so every song would just repeat instead of shuffle. I had turned on Tony Bennett's "Duets" before the start, and it just occurred to me that I was listening to the one with Willie Nelson, one I definitely do not like, so picture this: Starting the race of a lifetime, at the Arc de Triomphe, City of Lights, 43,000 runners, and Willie Nelson over and over. I couldn't do anything about it so I just got the start out of the way and then dealt with it.

Alas, I never figured out what the problem was until Rachel showed me on the flight back to the States. Just a simple loop icon. So here were the other songs I listened to over and over in the Paris Marathon: Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and Champ by Nelly. I would keep my earplugs tucked into the knit head wrap supplied at the Expo, the one that would save me from torture on this day, the one I would wear around my neck and then pull up over my face and ears for half the race due to brutal cold wind. Then I would put my earplugs in once in a while. But truthfully, I rarely needed the music. Thank you, Parisians, for your unbelievable music throughout the course. Authentic, delightful fare -- French horns, accordians, drums, so much charming variety played with such stirring passion!

I ran with the 4:30 pace group for most of the first half. I knew that I never would stay up with them, but I was going with my 5K-at-a-time gameplan and I was running 11 minute miles tops. We ran past the Place de la Concorde in mile 1, past the Louvre and our hotel in the second mile, and then by the Bastille in mile 3. The crowds on the course were unbelievable, rivaling NYC.

Along the way, I noticed that every 5K was a celebration, with a nice arch and a ton of enthusiasm at the stations. For each mile, by contrast, there was a smaller sign -- still helpful, but I was focusing on Ks.

From miles 6 to 12, I was thrown a little surprise. It was mostly forested terrain, the green Bois de Vincennes that you see on the extreme right of Paris on the map. It passed the Chateau de Vincennes. I actually did not mind this respite, for one important reason. When you run the Paris Marathon, there is a tradeoff if you are looking for the iconic landmarks. They come with adjacent cobblestone. For the most part the cobbles are worn down over centuries by foot traffic, flattened, but in some cases they are uneven and after a while, when your soles are already barking, they can make it rough. Not often.

We circled back after the long outward stretch, and along Avenue Daumesnil, I reached the 21K point, the half-marathon, and a second hello to Bastille. My time there was 2:30. Everything was going great.

SECOND HALF

The Paris Marathon is really two separate races. The second one is the half that runs along LA SEINE. The first time the course rolls you up against the deep green and romantic river, under all the quaint bridges, you are in love. I was running with no thought of my form or pain, just thinking to myself: "I AM RUNNING THE SEINE." Yes, this was really happening. A boat slid alongside me, racing me.

Between miles 15 and 16, on the left, I spied a tall, very dark and ancient steeple. The full structure was hidden behind another building, and had I known that very spot was the Cathedrale Notre-Dame de Paris, I may have jumped into the Seine and swam across to take a look. Alas, I was getting a little crazy at that point, and in that moment I failed to appreciate the full extent of that spire. I would see it in full only on the taxi ride to Orly a day later. It's not really that visible on the marathon course.

We encountered tunnels in this half, running beneath Seine overpasses, and while tunnels generally are unwelcomed solitude to a marathoner, in this case they were a respite from the wind. The wind was relentless. I can't even put into words in this post how hard the wind was. This entire half, the wind was a major issue, maybe even costing me a PR. I was always head-down, hat pulled as tight as possible, neck band pulled up over face, hunched over and stumble-running to knife through the 20mph+ gales.

Past the Musee d'Orsay, which would be the best museum anywhere else, along Voie Georges Pompidou, and then in the 19th mile, there was my tall friend, unlit and unsparkling, a tan-copper masterpiece, stretching into the sky. God, it was so beautiful. I stopped and asked a boy to take my picture with the Eiffel Tower behind me, and here is the shot to the right. I ran on, looking back at the tower as long as I could before I had to resume stumble-running into the wind.

The rest of the way was pretty, the Bois de Bologne, very similar to the Boise de Vincennes in that we ran for miles in forested terrain, but honestly it was survival from there on. Leg lift was gone. The Bois de Bologne is not a place you want to run if you need pick-me-up crowds, which I did. I thought I had it in me, the 5:00 pace group, but I would run as much as I could and then speed walk and then run and so on. It is the hardest thing. You are trying to will yourself forward. With three miles to go, I was alongside the 5:30 pace group, and I decided I would hang with them no matter what.

FINIT

That 5:30 group had started behind me, which meant that finishing along with them was actually a net time of post-5:30, hence the finish time of 5:38:15. I was still thrilled because of the conditions. I saw my wife Lisa about 100 yards from the finish line, and I went over and french-kissed her, in the style we had seen so much here the previous 48 hours. I thought of how I had proposed marriage to her at the finish line of the rainy 2009 New Jersey Marathon, when she said yes.

Now I had the finish line in front of me, and after passing the photographers, I maintained my own tradition of power-dancing over the timing mats, because I dance over finish lines. I have done that every marathon. I am not sure exactly what kind of dance it is, more like hop-skipping, but somehow there is a burst of energy for it.

WATCH VIDEO OF THE FINISH HERE.

VOILA. Paris Marathon, done. A woman put a medal around my neck. You can see it pictured at the very start of this blog post. At first, I thought it was a bit odd -- a yellow T-shirt, when it could be an Eiffel Tower spinner medal or a hanging Monna Lisa or anything that says "Paris."

Then it hit me: What is the greatest symbol of sporting success in France? Yes. The same sporting body that stages the Tour de France stages the Paris Marathon. I respect the yellow shirt. My ninth marathon, made official.

I ducked again into a tent, as I had hours earlier in the morning. The wind was stronger than ever. I was so cold. I retrieved my checked bag and put on my sweatshirt. The soles of my feet ached, but nothing else. Lisa joined up with me, and we stopped for a wonderful grilled sausage sandwich, then walked over to a cafe for a cafe, then thronged into the Metro with other runners and headed back to the Normandy.

Dinner after a marathon is a highlight. I can eat whatever I want. I feasted on steak with bearnaise sauce, and authentic onion soup (you don't say "French onion soup."), with 1664 draught beer made locally and bottles of sparkling water, finished off with rhubarb tart. We packed that night and then took a taxi the next morning to Orly, happy that we had 50 euros left because it cost 49.40!

Postscript and Thanks

I am typing this over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, aboard Iberia, after connecting in beautiful Madrid. (I did not know: Madrid is in the shadow of a massive snow-capped mountain range, Sierra de Guadarrama.) I had dreaded the thought of a trans-Atlantic flight the morning after a marathon, but I am now fully used to this marathon world and how to recover. I can't wait to get home, and return to work refreshed later in the week, to see my son Matt in the city and to have my English Bulldog King Bingley crash into my legs with excitement as he welcomes us home. We have a couple of beautiful French pastel paintings to hang when we get back, as Lisa bought those on the sidewalk next to the Louvre.

I have run on the Great Wall of China and I have run in the rain in northern England and I have run past the Eiffel Tower and through the boroughs of New York and over the Golden Gate Bridge and through cornfields back home in Southern Indiana and on ice and on sandy Florida beaches. It is a life I highly recommend to anyone who wishes for great satisfaction in a lifetime that you only will be able to live one time. One day we will be all as gone as Napolean, as King Richard the Lionhearted, as all those who built magical Norman cathedrals that today dot the countrysides. Running just took me to a place of dreams, it was how I met my wife, and you can sparkle like the Eiffel Tower at 9 p.m. with all eyes upon you.



I feel like I have a whole cast of people to thank before saying a bientot, and I do.

Thanks to my wife Lisa and Rachmo for our adventures; Uncle John and Aunt Mary; Aunt Penny; Elsie; John IV and Berenger; Thomas; Jenny and Luke; Laura and Joel; Claire and Eddie; Julie and David (proprietors of BlueBird Cafe); Queen Elizabeth and the royal family for their generous time; King Pig Eye; London bus tour guides; pub bartenders; Gavril and the maid at Normandy; countless terrific restaurant staff; @MarathonParis operator; the man who made crepes; and many more who made the trip and this marathon adventure a dream. Back in New York, thanks to Penny and Liam and our neighbors for watching King Bingley after a grumpy dog named Bailey snubbed him on the first day he was supposed to stay with that family. Thanks to Steve and our local fire department for making sure our house did not burn to the ground after a hawk fell down our chimney and into the furnace, requiring 911 and major carbon monoxide release. Thanks as always to my boys Matt, Ben and Josh for always being an inspiration to their Dad.

In the grand scheme of human history it was but a mere page for this person, worthy of my own chronicle, but no more than a stone set upon another stone when you consider how generations toiled for the sake a greatness in constructing the York Minster below. I believe that this is what the world should strive to accomplish again, this kind of existence and mutual nationwide goal, pillars of the Earth, construction and invention that causes jobs and lifestyles and collective pride, a common good with a tangible and inexaustible glory to celebrate, if we are all again to achieve truly PEACE PERFECT PEACE.

P.T. Sessions for ITB Complete

Physical Therapy for IT Band syndrome: DONE!

11 sessions completed and thanks to my friends at the P.T. facility near our MLB offices in Chelsea. It has strengthened my left hip and left ankle, gradually loosening up the left ITB. I will resume stretching and strengthening exercises leading up to my ninth marathon, April 15 in Paris.

The ITB presented itself after 15 miles of the January 29 Miami Marathon, adding an hour to my finish time and basically disabling me for a while. The goal in P.T. has been to make it Paris-ready, and I feel good about it. On Sunday, I felt very strong at the NYC Half, finishing in 2:27:45 with no leg issues.

My goal for Marathon de Paris is 5:20 and I will look for a 5:00 pace group. I bought the Sprint Stick roller at the NYC Half Expo and will take it with me to Europe, regularly rolling out the ITB.