Commentary: Running a marathon in one of the world's most polluted cities

Commentary: Running a marathon in one of the world's most polluted cities

Research fellow at Lowy Institute Rodger Shanahan ran a marathon in Cairo and shares his experience dodging traffic jams and distracted taxi drivers, all to get a feel for the Middle East.

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Runner's shoes seen at the beginning of a marathon. (Photo: Andrew Burton/Getty Images/AFP)

CAIRO: Running a marathon in a city of 19 million people that has been rated by the World Health Organisation as the world’s second most polluted city and whose legendary traffic congestion was the subject of a special study by the World Bank may not seem like everyone’s idea of a good plan. 

But as both a sports fanatic and student of the Middle East, I realised that if you’re serious about sport and the Middle East, you just can’t pass up the opportunity to do the Cairo marathon.

This was the first time the organisers had permission to run through downtown, so there was a lot riding (or running) on its success. And in a chaotic, human-energy-and-good-humour-triumphs-over-challenges kind of way which is typical of much endeavour in this part of the world, it was a success.

I love the way locals look after guests on occasions such as these. I can’t say that the field was full of overseas runners; just the odd one or two. 

The lack of foreign participants was probably why the marathon office that handed out the race packs (containing directions and the all-important bib with timing chip) was closed 36 hours before the race. 

Smoke billows from cars on a road in Cairo
Smoke billows from cars on a road in Cairo, Egypt October 30, 2018. (Photo: REUTERS/Mohamed Abd El Ghany)

For those visitors from abroad who arrived 35 hours prior (like me), things looked grim until a random Egyptian girl alerted to my plight via the race website contacted me, picked up my race pack and delivered it to me at my hotel the night before the race. 

And then there was the taxi driver who, after dropping me off at five o’clock in the morning and realising I had left my running cap in his car, combed the streets until he found me 15 minutes later and handed it back.

The event started off with a very energetic pre-race warmup, and then it was on.

RUNNING WITH THE TRAFFIC

The race started at six o’clock but there was no getting away from the Cairo traffic, even though it was dramatically lighter than normal. 

The competitors variously ran with the traffic, sometimes against the traffic, and occasionally needed to cross the traffic. Only at the start, for a handful of kilometres, was there a barrier separating runners from cars. 

Elsewhere a few policemen and a range of young volunteers negotiated with the traffic to allow runners to pass. In Tahrir Square, volunteers formed a nearly impermeable human chain to stop traffic when a cluster of runners needed to cross.

The U.S embassy building and the Giza Pyramids are pictured behind buildings near Tahrir square in
The Giza Pyramids are pictured behind buildings near Tahrir square in downtown Cairo, Egypt October 31, 2016. Picture taken October 31, 2016. (Photo: REUTERS/Amr Abdallah Dalsh)

Informal road rules defining the relationship between the runners and the traffic became pretty clear to me early on. Creaky old buses could not be diverted – they went where they wanted, and it was not worth arguing with them.

Taxis could be negotiated with when there were volunteers present. But when a taxi came off a side street where no volunteers could be seen – the driver invariably holding the steering wheel in one hand while clutching his mobile phone or a coffee in the other – the negotiation was trickier. 

First resort was the Arab hand signal for stop (thumb and forefingers pressed together with fingers upright, pointed towards the person). If that didn’t work, a firm hand banging on the bonnet and “the bird” was required to assert one’s right of way. 

That said, Cairo taxi drivers have a nose for business and on several occasions the old white taxis drove alongside me as I was running, asking if I wanted a lift. I’m glad to say that my conscience won the argument over my body.

Private cars were normally pretty compliant, except when we ran against traffic. Then it was every runner for themselves, particularly on the second lap of the course. I developed a keen eye for any pieces of unoccupied footpath.

HOLLYWOOD-ESQUE MOMENTS

No marathon can be considered fun, but with the benefit of hindsight there were some amusing Hollywood-esque moments in this one.

The official camera vehicle was a sedan with two blokes sitting in the boot. On one occasion the group I was running with became the focus of their attention. 

The driver pulled in front of us so we could inhale his fumes and his crew could take a few action shots. Unfortunately he dropped down to a speed that was slower than the pace we were running, so we all concertinaed into the back of the car like a scene from a Buster Keaton movie until the yelling from the Egyptians in my group alerted the driver that he had better speed up or be assaulted by eight skinny aggressive runners. 

The fumes from his quickly accelerating car endeared him to us even more.

Traffic on a street along the Nile River in Cairo, Egypt
Traffic on a street along the Nile River in Cairo, Egypt. (Photo: AFP/Brendan Smialowski)

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Another part of the course took a sharp left turn off the road and into a pedestrian mall until we ran onto another road at the end of it. I felt like I was in a slow-motion repeat of the scene from the Blues Brothers, where John Belushi and Dan Ackroyd drive through the shopping mall as shoppers scatter to allow their car to plough ahead, only this time the car was replaced by tired runners.

NOT SO BAD

In an era of micro-management, a bit of free play is no bad thing. 

The marathon had all the essentials that marathons need: Plenty of water stations, dates and bananas to fuel up on, sufficient medical support and much good will. 

Unlike other marathons, it also had plenty of local colour and character. Some may think me crazy for travelling to Cairo to run the marathon, but if you’re interested in the Middle East and love sport, I reckon you’re crazy if you don’t.

Dr Rodger Shanahan is a Research Fellow at the Lowy Institute. This commentary first appeared on Lowy Institute's blog The Interpreter. Read it here.

Source: CNA/nr(sl)

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