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Sub-2 marathon, what other limits don’t exist

Last weekend my group chat alerted me within minutes, “Boom! First sub 2 hour marathon!”

At the London Marathon on Sunday, Sabastian Sawe of Kenya officially broke the elusive 2 hour marathon world record for the first time, running an impressive 1:59:30.

This was the ‘felling of the four minute mile’ of my lifetime.

Since I ran my first marathon in 2007, I’ve watched the world record get cut a number of times. The world record back then was 2:04:55 by Paul Tergat. I can’t even picture him now, but I remember his time felt untouchable. Me and my running buddies felt accomplished to run at 4 minute km pace for even a short distance. For that marathon time we’d need to run each and every 42.2 of those kilometres at two seconds under 3 minute pace!

It is a massive achievement for a serious runner to aspire to even go sub 3 hours for a marathon. Most won’t get there. A theory is that even with the correct training, preparation and race, only 10% can physically get there.

By the end of 2007, the diminutive Haile Gebrselassie from Ethiopia had taken the world record to 2:04:26. Both these records were at the Berlin Marathon. He raced again the following year, where he got another world record and the first to go under 2:04. Each breakthrough felt impossible until the moment it wasn’t.

I ran Berlin Marathon myself in 2009, the year after Haile had broken the record yet again. (His feat was recognised with his depiction on that year’s finisher’s medal.)

My Berlin Marathon medal, featuring Haile Gebrselassie’s world record there the year before

I remember at the start of 2009 before moving to Dubai, that their own marathon was trying hard to get in on the act and chase the prestige and publicity of snatching the world record. Offering a $1 million bonus, on top of the $250k first prize, was quite the incentive! Haile was in great condition, and there were large expectations with pacers, but the weather didn’t suit. And no, this Middle East race wasn’t too hot. Despite being faster through halfway than his Berlin time, and still on track at 30km, his chances were stifled from it raining most of the race, and finishing in torrential conditions.

The next year with my family there, Myles & I went down to watch the Dubai marathon and cheer on Haile. Our cheering & signs didn’t get him the record that year either, it only helped him get his third Dubai victory in a row. Sadly, it was his final marathon success.

The Ethiopean’s retirement was the end of an era, but the marathon record was not done there. In 2011, another 21 seconds was shaved off by Kamau from Kenya, then another couple of years later, another Kenyan, Kipsang shaved off a further 15 seconds. In fact, the world mark was bettered by five Kenyans until Sawe’s sub 2 hour record this year (incidentally four of those five Kenyans had surnames beginning with “K”).

The most recent K, alliteratively two Ks at that, Kelvin Kiptum is sadly one of the most tragic athletic stories. He won his first three marathons super impressively, each in under 2:02. The third win was the 2023 Chicago Marathon where he set the new world record at 2:00:35. And Kelvin finished looking so fresh, while sprinting to the line with such strength, that it didn’t seem to be whether he would break 2 hours, but when. Sadly it wasn’t to be. Four months after that marathon, at the tender age of 24 and such an amazing career ahead of him, he was in a fatal car crash, where he died alongside his coach.

The marathon record Kiptum had broken was that of the G.O.A.T., Eliud Kipchoge. He has possibly the only name in marathon running that people might recognise. Kipchoge won two Olympic golds, and multiple marathon majors over many years. He is also famous for being the first man to run sub 2 in an unofficial exhibition run. It was held on an unfairly speedy course, there were pacers in a helpful formation against the wind, and they had a car beaming a laser beam that showed the required pace. It was still extremely exciting and nerve-wracking to watch, and finished with such a buzz. It was one of the moments where I still know exactly where I was. My family & I were having dinner at the Elephant & Wheelbarrow in Melbourne CBD, as it was the night before I ran the Melbourne Marathon. It didn’t lead me to break any records. It did lead many runners to see a new level of human endeavour.

Australian running legend Steve Moneghetti ran in Berlin in 1990, and he’s put the scale of last Sunday’s achievement better than anyone. “When I won the Berlin Marathon in 2:08:16, I was only a minute and a half off the world record,” he said. “I was the 16th fastest in history. I wouldn’t have been in the top 100 in London.” (Source: CODE Sports, Facebook)

Let that sink in for a moment.

The sub-two-hour marathon was discussed for years in the same breath as the four-minute mile. That particular feat was widely believed to be beyond human capability that doctors had warned attempting it might kill you. It didn’t, Roger Bannister broke that mark at Oxford in May 1954. And fast-forward to today, that same middle distance time isn’t enough to qualify you for the Olympics! The barrier was never physical. It was just a number nobody had reached yet.

It’ll be interesting to see just how far the world record can go under 2 hours. I’m glad I got to see it broken in my lifetime. It makes me wonder what else might be possible.


Although it’s not a topic I know very much about, it would be remiss of me to not mention Ethiopia’s Tigst Assefa also beat the women-only record at the London Marathon. The new time for the lades to beat is 2:15:41. My personal best is over an hour slower!


And spare a thought for Yomif Kejelcha. He is the Ethiopian runner who also went under 2 hours at the same London Marathon, successfully breaking the existing world record also, only to finish in second place. I wonder if he’ll be like the astronaut who had to stay aboard doing calculations while the others stepped down onto the moon’s surface to play a bit of golf. It was Yomif’s first marathon though, he’ll get better. I also know what it’s like to not win a marathon on my first attempt.


ADDENDUM:

There have been several additional insights that have come to light following Sawe’s run which I’ve found fascinating:

  1. The second half marathon (which for London is usually slower), was run in 59:01. That time is faster than the half marathon record for every country, except for 6!
    (Source: Science of Sport Podcast – https://www.instagram.com/reels/DX1-hSyv9pN/)
  2. His 30-40km split was run in an unbelievable 27:36. That was faster than the 10,000m at the 2025 World Championships winner, who finished in 28:55.
    (Source: sonsofolympiapod – https://www.instagram.com/p/DYEhcPpIuzA/)

Old London Town

London, what a magical city.

It’s almost indescribable, but there is a buzz to this place which I’ve not really experienced elsewhere.

Monday evening I woke up at 3:30am to Skype my family back in Dubai. Quite unexpectedly, when I came down to the ground floor wifi at this ungodly hour, there were a dozen glamorous people partying in the hotel bar near reception. And the party-goers were not stopping any time soon.

We first arrived Sunday afternoon by train, then caught a couple different tubes in the underground to get close to our Hotel Russell accommodation. Actually, calling it an underground is a bit of an understatement. More like middle earth. Where we got off at Russell Square, there was a 175 stair climb back to the surface. It was no surprise everyone took the lift.

My free time around the conference was limited. I was able to maximize this though, through going for a morning run. Running through a large unfamiliar city I focus almost extreme levels of attention taking mental notes of my surroundings. It worked, I didn’t get lost. I was so happy to run along the Thames and see the Millennium Dome, Big Ben, Old Parliament House. In fact everywhere you look there’s historical things of interest. My boss, and tour guide, was describing a building as being “not that old”, it was built in 1901 – 110 years ago.

After my run I had time to check out a local newspaper. Well two local papers actually. The Times so I could read the local news, and The Sun so I could see some boobs. To be honest I felt like a bit of a prude seeing journalism mixed with nudity. Having said that, I probably couldn’t write on here the name of some of the adult magazines which the news stand stocked on the shelf above.

To be honest I was a bit disappointed by the quality of journalism overall. On the TV news the first story was about impending political elections, followed by an interview by a hopeful participant of the X-factor.

The news coverage of football went beyond impressive. I now believe people when they say that the UK sees football like religion, only more important.

Once again I was spoilt by fantastic weather, OR people lie about the UK raining 90% of the time and it’s bloody awful the rest of the time. The chirpy weather girl shared that it’s been London’s warmest end to September since 1985. Quite likely some Dubai weather went across with me. You’re welcome, my British friends.

Quick UK trip September 2011

I’ve had the opportunity to attend a two day conference in London. But I figured making the most of my trip, and using the Friday & Saturday of my Dubai weekend to also see Cardiff, Wales.

My flight to Birmingham was extremely busy – just like all our flights to the UK. I saw the passenger numbers, and there was only one free seat in the entire plane.

The flight route took us over Bahrain, Kuwait, and Afghanistan, before Europe. I managed to get a window seat, and enjoyed watching a lot of the country side. Afghanistan especially, looked incredible. It seemed to have an amazing variety of scenery. I particularly loved the harsh and mountainous terrain.

A sure sign of a good flight is when it seems to take no time at all – which this flight did. A good movie helps for at least part of the way.

Once I got through Customs at Birmingham, I somehow sparked the attention of a security guard. He asked many questions about my reason for the visit, my line of work, UK itinerary, and how often I visit Australia. He seemed happy enough with my answers to let me through after only a couple of minutes – no rubber gloves needed. I must have an untrustworthy face. When I was leaving Brisbane International Airport last time out of the 8 of us family and friends, I was the only one to get special attention from security, which involved a pat down. The guy was impressed with the Liverpool stickers adorning Myles’s suitcase – so perhaps he did spared me further attention. (And I suppose he did have soft hands so it wasn’t a total loss – joking).

I pre-booked my train tickets to get to Bristol Parkway on the way to Cardiff on the web. Everything was incredibly simple to get me there. One slight glitch occurred when I overlooked the fact that I was getting on the train an hour earlier than planned. I blame jet lag, or being stupid. When the ticket collector explained my mistake he was kind enough to lend me his phone to call my boss who would pick me up at the other end. Talk about English courtesy.

In just two days traveling from Birmingham into, and around Cardiff, I’ve already marked off quite a few of the items in my game of British Bingo:

  • “innit”
  • egg butty
  • “one should”
  • fancy a pint.

I’m still waiting to hear mentions of:

  • core blimey
  • pukka
  • “guvnor”.

So far I’ve visited the National History Museum, St Fagans; the absolutely awe-inspiring Wales Millennium Centre to see Welsh National Opera perform Don Giovanni; Millennium Stadium (which I can prove with an “I entered the dragon’s lair” lanyard). One disappointment of this fine tour was the stadium’s hallowed grass was completely gone. The pitch was well into the process of being removed by an industrious team of four diggers. Well I originally thought it was a downer, until our tour guide proudly announced the slurry of mud we were seeing was such a rare opportunity. 😉

I also had a good look around the city centre. Sadly I missed visiting Cardiff Castle, due to the very popular “Cheese Fest” being held inside the castle walls this weekend. This (National) festival had so much interest the queue going inside began a few hundred metres down the street. It would have been nice to see, but perhaps I may come back some day with the rest of the family.

Wales has a rich and proud mining heritage. The mines produce coal and, judging by signage in the Welsh language, an excess of consonants.

The weather has been a real treat. Apparently I brought the weather with me. The week, and several weeks before I came there were many consecutive days of rain. I’m glad I could bring this for the people of Cardiff. Take it as part-payment for allowing me to have an enjoyable visit to the city.

Tomorrow we hit Old London Town, so I’ll be sure to have more updates then.