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RE: 2010 Brighton Marathon
Well said. It was a day that gladdened even my cynical black heart. As I tried to herd runners into the starting pens (named corrals on this occasion), I wondered how it could all work. Runners were going this way and that, and the careful system of colour-coding by estimated finish time seemed to have broken down altogether, at least for those behind the elite runners. And then, miraculously, a few minutes later, we had a disciplined and organised start, and a race that will stay in the memory of everyone who ran or watched.
I swore a dreadful oath on the still-warm entrails of a strangled rabbit that after London last year I would never do another marathon. Yesterday changed my mind.
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