|   Massey 
                              Marathon 2018 - A Marathoner's Experienceby 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 hadrun 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. 
                              Aheat 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 justcrossing 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 wasthe 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 thetwo (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 33km. 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 
                              havingany 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 
                              andorganizers 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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