27 April 2009

I don't think Tommo (it's what it said on the back of his shirt) meant to sound just like Dom Joly but as he came through the surging mass of runners between Charlton and Greenwich on the London Marathon, it was hard to think of anyone else as he shouted into his phone: "I'm at the five-mile point!"

A few seconds later I passed someone else relaying their trials with a weak calf muscle not to their running companion but to someone at the other end of the phone. With the number of runners taking part, it was one of the few ways that anyone saw their friends and relatives in the crowd. One company had set up a text alert system to let people know where their friends were in the mass but it was only accurate to 5km, because that's where the timing-chip mats were placed, largely to provide the split times for the elite runners.

To be honest, I thought about taking the phone with me but then decided against it, thinking the Garmin GPS stopwatch was enough technology to accompany me for about the next five and a half hours, largely in the name of getting this map.


But I wasn't alone. When we passed the start point with its transceiver screaming like a forgotten burglar alarm, I could hear the bleeps of about ten or fifteen Forerunners and other stopwatches being started.

But I was seriously underdressed in the mid-course sustenance department judging by some of the runners, who had Carbo-Gel and other high-energy pick-me-ups stuffed into their Bat-Belts. Tommo had his left arm encased in silvery gel packets.

But some people worked out how heavy their sports aids would feel by about the 20-mile point. In Poplar, I spotted thirty quid's worth of Camelpak - it's a kind of beer hat for runners - lying in the gutter amid the bottles of Vittel and Lucozade Sport that were handed out free. Realistically, what I needed to carry was a spare set of legs because, after about four bottles of energy drink I could probably have stayed awake for a week. I'd just have to do it sitting down.

Technology also had a role in one near-nasty accident. A purple iPod Shuffle popped off a woman's arm holster. "Oh shit," she said as she whirled round and bent down to pick it up. "Fuck me," exclaimed the guy who collided with her and nearly went head first into the ground, although he managed to stay upright and carry on.

Musical highlights on the way had to be the taiko drummers underneath the A2 at Charlton, making the most of the resonance of hundreds of tons of concrete, and the drummers at Canary Wharf. An honourable mention goes to the blues band sitting outside the Sun in the Sands just after the start. Nil point to the dodgy europop van in Wapping.



(By the way, your map link appears to be malformed.)

I have a picture of myself running in the 1980s where I'm wearing the most economical of cotton clothing.

Now, when I go out, I'm wearing "technical" fabrics, GPS watch, iPod, Fuel Belt, ... surely it costs 10X, and unfortunately I'm not faster. Sometimes I wonder about progress.

Thanks John.

Is the map really not working? I've tried it on a couple of machines here but it may be that Motionbased ties down access in a way that I haven't anticipated. I may end up replacing it with a snapshot of the map overlay.

It doesn't display for me in Opera or IE. It takes me to the Google Maps site with the message

File not found at http://trail.motionbased.co....

and the Motionbased URL is in the search field.

Maybe if you "logout" from Motionbased on your side, you will see what I do.

I've bunged in a linked JPG of the map while I try to work out what's happening with the Motionbased link. I tried it from XP, which does not have any cookies set for Motionbased and it seems to work, but it's possible that the site keeps a note of recent IPs and rejects others.

The only other thing I can think is that the browsers are rejecting the second query in the string so that only the URL ahead of the second question mark gets passed to Google, and that isn't happening in Safari or the version of IE6 that I'm running under Parallels.