So Long ... And Thanks For All The Fish

[The Beast of Bevendean]

Yes, there were some fine performances there. The first three men were all inside the course record. Poor lad, and his friends and family. There's a growing medical literature on the phenomenon of apparently highly-fit, healthy young men who die taking part in marathons, and other events, but no one has a way to prevent it.
You're right, it puts our woes in perspective, but if you like schadenfreude, and who doesn't, then you may be amused to learn that, having pulled my back while picking up a mouse on Saturday evening, I marshalled yesterday with some stiffness and could barely walk to collect my prize, a Brighton marathon 'hoodie', as I believe the young people call them. They'd run out, just as well, as I don't think they had them in tweed or corduroy. This morning I couldn't get downstairs. My tilt at the Three Forts, aka a walk in Robert Macfarlane's footsteps, may have to be called off.