Marathon day. It ends with sublime weariness, but starts with such a naive energy and sense of purpose. Highly strung in the morning, totally plucked by the afternoon. Here we are at 06:30, assembled for a clamorous communion in the hotel restaurant. Water, and bananas and bread and coffee, and more water, taken in the company of 150 marathon zealots. Febrile energy, apprehension, anxiety, manic glee.… READ MORE.... …