...I get up and actually do run the marathon
...I meet a Russian guy in the same 2015 Paris Marathon tshirt I have at home
...I marvel at the number of cops protecting the event; I like especially the female officers, all blonde, Russian and cute, the lot of them.
...I meet two Polish groups supporting our runners. There were 13 Poles here running! One of them aged 50 beat my time by almost an hour! Go Poland!
...I am surprised at the quality of the snacks and drinks stand. As usual side streets are blocked off for traffic to protect the runners but as an extra feature, in addition to the usual tape, they use huge trucks to make sure none of the wild Moscow drivers disregard the ban and actually run some marathoners over. Well done! 
...I almost pass out from exhaustion at km 40. I ask for a doctor because I discover I have blood in my pee. They say to look for one at the finish line. So I increase my pace fearing for my safety and actually finish faster than I would have.
...the med tent is full of really injured and sick people so I don't get any attention for a while. Then the doctor says in broken English: "Lukasz, you tired because you run a lot. Now you and rest." So I collect what looks like a bulletproof medal made of tank-grade steel and trudge back to my hotel (well, I Uber actually...)
...I order pizza, beer (considering I have to do it over the phone in Russian this is a pretty big feat!) from Telepizza and go to sleep