The Guardian -
3 Nov 2012 21:57

How could we have run past waving banners and cheering supporters when so many livelihoods had been destroyed? "The marathon is off!" It was my running mate Gavin, shouting from the other end of the immigration line at JFK airport. "You're joking," I called back, not entirely convinced. And when I saw the look of a man utterly crushed, contemplating the futility of six months of gruelling training, 5am starts, ice baths and long lonely runs, I knew he wasn't having me on. As the news rippled dow...
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