
How do you improve your personal marathon record by two hours and four minutes in just four months? You start your career with The Great Wall Marathon and follow-up with the Berlin Marathon. On the same occasion I experienced running with almost a hundred times as many athletes as I did on my debut.
Berlin Marathon 1999
My second marathon, my first big-city marathon, was Berlin 1999. I had of course been there the previous year as a spectator and now I wanted to run. My experience of the race in China meant that I had a great urge to find out what it would be like to run a “perfectly ordinary” marathon.
I will never forget what a fantastic experience it was running among so many others in front of such a large crowd. I have heard that one million spectators attend the Berlin Marathon. If one in eight spectators is also Danish then there would have been more than 100,000 of my countrymen on the sidelines. I was also running in red and white, the colours of the Danish flag, which was an obligation in itself. When, once in a while, I had to stop running and walk it was not long before I saw someone standing there waving our glorious flag or heard someone shouting. The support of the many Danish spectators was quite unique. It was like running at home. Many encouraging remarks were made by spectators of other nationalities, though.
I have actually experienced marathon onlookers the world over is very social people who show their appreciation towards everyone. I almost felt as though I were being carried forward. All along the route there were bands playing live music or music from giant loudspeaker stacks. There were also other kinds of entertainment. At one point Eddy Grant’s “Gimme Hope Joanna” was blasting out of large loudspeakers while further along there was a jazz band and then a reggae band playing on oil drums. It really was a terrific experience.
My desire to beat my own personal record by running at Berlin was fulfilled. With a time of 3:52:11 I was more than two hours faster than in China. Not many people manage to chop so much off their personal record. I have never beaten my time on that day and I dare say I never will.
It was also a big day because my son Steffen ran his first organised run. He ran a mini marathon of 4.2195 kilometres – in other words a tenth of the marathon.
The next day we drove home. I have now seriously developed a taste for the sport for which I had previously had no understanding whatsoever.
I had become a marathon runner.