Forest City Marathon, London, Ont
May 14, 2000

The day broke with clouds, and a medium strength wind from the west.  It is a little cool.  
Steve got lost trying to get onto the UofW campus (and he grew up here!!!), but then found 
himself.  We got there with plenty of time to spare.  I spent extra time trying to get my 
right knee to feel ok, without much success.  It was a small group of runners - I estimated 
at less than 500, and, shortly after 8am, we started.  My knee was bothering me from the 
start.  I contemplated stopping to try to massage/stretch it out, but I didn't.  At the 1 
mile mark I saw that I hadn't started my watch: what a goof I am.  So I started it when the 
10min/1min timer beeped, and I spent the rest of the race mentally adding 10min to my time. 
 At the 4km mark I joined a pair of ladies, Shirley and Brenda, and ran with them.  The 
racers quickly spread out, so that we were running alone most of the time.  Past the 5km 
mark, northward bound through the streets of London was the worst part of the race for me.  
The strong wind in my face, my knee bothering me (I felt 'full' or swollen), and I had an 
upset stomach (possibly from the sport drink that I took at the first water station).  I was 
not sure I could keep up with the ladies.

At 16km, when the route turned back towards the UofW campus, I started to feel better.  The 
wind was no longer in my face, my stomach settled down, and my knee settled down.  We ran 
into the UofW campus, and then out again.  Seeing the 10km race runners was a nice 
distraction!  I started to pass people: I wasn't going faster, they obviously had started to 
enthusiastically.  One man came blasting past us.  I said "wow! he's really moving".  He 
replied: "Yeah!  I am really pissed off: I ran down the 10km routine, and added about 
another 5km to my race!  Damn course wasn't marked and the volunteers didn't do their job!" 
 I thought of the spot near the 5km water station where the routes split, and I knew it was 
his fault: the course was well mard.  "Silly git" I thought to myself.  At the 20km mark my 
pace was still good, about 30sec behind the 4:20 pace that I wanted to beat.  There was a 
gradual uphill here, and, starting to get into rhythum, I left Shirley and Brenda behind.  
At the water station at the top of the hill the "10km route-running" man was stopped, and he 
did not pass me back: I guess he dropped out of the race at that point.  A shame!

The 21.1km mark came about 3min later than I expected, and I thought something was wrong - 
with me, or the course?  I wasn't sure, so I marginally increased my effort level.  I was 
now running west along the Thames River, right into the wind.  It was hard work, but I was 
running strongly.  I started to eat into the 3min I needed to get back to my desired 4:20 
pace.  In the riverside park, I started seeing XSNRG members coming back the other way: 
Martin, Steve, Marion, Bill; the first couple of them were nearly 9km ahead of me! WOW!  I 
was still passing people: slowly reeling them in, passing them, and then proceeding to the 
next person or group!  What an emotional boost that is.  And no-one was passing me!  The 
turn around was great, cuz I was still running so well, and feeling so good, and now the 
wind was behind me!  I continued to pass people who were really moving slowly.  I felt so 
good in running a good race plan.  The sun was now making a few more appearances through the 
clouds, and it was getting a little warmer.  My legs started to feel a little sore.  At the 
34km mark I tried to take my last Power Gel, and felt sick: just like what had happened to 
me in Toronto the previous fall; so I refrained from taking it.  Back on the roads I started 
to struggle a little as my legs (quads) got sorer.  But I did not start slowing down yet.  I 
had nearly made back the 3min mysteriously lost at the 1/2 way mark.  Someone finally passed 
me, but he was doing a relay, so that didn't really count!  I knew I was struggling cuz I 
started to look for, and demaind the appearance of, the 38km mark.  It was a gradual 
downhill to the 40km mark, and my legs were very sore now.  I had gotten back to a 4:19:40 
pace!!! But I knew I could not sustain it: I was hurting too much.

So I died.  My stride noticably shortened, and I took a couple of unscheduled walk breaks.  
Nearing the UofW stadium, a guy passed me.  I tried to stay with him, but couldn't.  I 
struggled into the stadium, was SO glad that there was no 'victory' lap.  I couldn't really 
pick up my pace to the line.  I crossed in 4:23:34, but I was happy!  I had finished, and, 
had a negative split: 2:12:45, 2:10:45!!  Yeah!

I ran a good race plan, was able to pick up the effort and pace in the 20-38km marks. My 
10km splits were quite consistent: 1:01:41, 1:01:42, 1:03:46, 59:52 (the last 2.2 km took me 
16:19 - about 3min slower than it normally would have). I stayed emotionally stable and 
happy, with my eyes enjoying the scenery.  I passed lots of runners in the second half, and 
that was huge emotionally!  Other than very sore quads, I had no other pains, not even 
blisters on my feet!  Very good.  I wondered if the route was long because of the flooding 
of the Thames River.  On May 31, at Marathon Dynamics Running Club, news spread that the 
route was 650m too long.  Yes!  If you assume I ran an even pace the whole way, my time to 
finish the 42.195km marathon distance would be 4:19:34 - a new PB for me!  Yeeehhhaaaaa! 
But, If I take the 650m off of the end, when I was slowest, I get a time of 4:18:31.  Even 
better!  Nah, I will keep the 4:23:30 time as my time for this marathon.

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