Massey
Marathon 2018 - A Marathoner's Experience
by Ryan Marsaw
On July 15th I ran the Friendly Massey Marathon
for the first time. In fact,
it was my first ever Massey race. I was supposed
to have run the same marathon
four years earlier, but a series of events did not
allow me to toe the line for
the 2014 edition. I cannot believe that it took
me since that time to decide
to race in Massey in 2018. Had I known how enjoyable
this race really is I'd
have added it to my list of yearly events long before
even 2014.
I wasn't quite sure
how I was going to perform in this race. First off,
I had
run the SudburyROCKS!!! marathon about 8 weeks earlier,
on Mother's Day.
Running two marathons in a two-month span is not
something I tend to do. Heck,
only once before have I ever run multiple marathons
in a year, and the two were
separated by over five months. However, my recovery
from ROCKS!!! went
exceptionally well. After less than two weeks I
was already doing long runs,
which got me thinking that I actually could race
the Massey marathon instead of
the half (which I had initially chosen to run).
I gave myself one more week
and one more long run to determine if my legs could
withstand another 42.2 km
journey. I promised myself that I wouldn't register
for the Massey marathon
unless I knew that I could run a time similar to
the one at ROCKS!!!
Another reason for
the uncertainty in my race performance was the weather.
A
heat warning one day out from race day is not something
runners want to see!
Running in hot and humid weather is something that
I'd actually been practising
during our torturous July, including the almost
unbearable Firecracker Road
Race on Canada Day. Hot weather training did help
me focus on proper pacing
and hydration, though, and I like to think that
this knowledge carried over to
race day.
I wasn't going to
put any pressure on myself that morning. I figured
that just
crossing the finish line was going to be the real
victory.
Because the marathon
started at 6:00 AM the only real threat at that
point was
the humidity and not the sun. My race plan was to
start slow and then work my
way up gradually. At about 2 km my plan went out
the window, at least for a
little while. Let me say that it's very difficult
to slow your pace when
there's a cheering area! I don't know why, but I
think all runners can agree
that when we're being cheered on in a race, we tend
to pick up the pace. It's
at about that same 2-3 km point at the River Rd.
turnaround where the
marathoners see runners in the half marathon coming
from the opposite
direction. Seeing all these people together gave
me an additional boost in my
stride. I ran the first 5 km of the race quicker
than I would have liked, and
the side stitches I was developing that early into
the run caused me great
consternation. By 8 km I was already drenched, and
I think the only thing
keeping me upright was concentrating on keeping
in contact with the then-3rd
and 4th place marathoners. And I knew that Jordan
Nurmi was lurking and
plotting somewhere behind me...
At halfway I was
still in 5th position, but chasing fast. I think
I caught the
two (probably Attila Kovacs and Sheldon Cook) at
about the 22 or 23 km point,
and suddenly found myself in 3rd spot. A few glances
behind reminded me that
Jordan was still there, just lurking, plotting...
I forget exactly
at what point I moved into 2nd, but it had to be
near 32 or 33
km. Julio Ramirez was running his first marathon
and told me that he was
hoping to finish in 3 hours, 10 minutes. A quick
look at my watch confirmed
that we were pretty much dead on 3:10 marathon pace.
Julio and I ran together
for a little while before I eased ahead, a little
surprised that he stayed
back. I believe at this point Jordan also passed
Julio to move into 3rd. The
next few kilometres saw me and Jordan running essentially
side by side (Jordan
slightly behind, not wanting to take the lead).
He was probably hatching some
sort of plan and waiting for the right time to pounce.
Near the 40 km point
Jordan did make a couple of surges, but I wasn't
having
any of it! I tried hard to keep up with him as our
pace increased closer to my
half marathon pace. We ran stride for stride until
we reached the top of
Reserve Rd. and at the left turn onto the bridge
I made a sprint for the finish
line with a few hundred metres left to run. I didn't
look behind me to see how
far back Jordan was; I was just hoping I had enough
speed left to get me to the
finish line. Jordan crossed the finish line only
about 10 seconds after I did
to shed an incredible 30 minutes off his personal
best time.
The FRIENDLY Massey
Marathon truly lives up to its name. The volunteers
and
organizers were extremely nice and helpful. The
aid stations, along with the
cheering sections, made my marathon experience that
much easier to bear
considering the weather that morning. And of course
the awards. Probably the
one thing that comes to mind when thinking of the
Massey races is the
much-coveted milking stool, which I was lucky enough
to earn later that morning
at the awards ceremony. This special prize will
forever remind me of the
wonderful time I had at Massey this year.
Ryan
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