2006 - April

[Sweder]

I really enjoyed reading a printed version of the report on the train up to London on Saturday. The Sweeper Bus reminded me of the sinister truck chasing Dennis Weaver in Spielberg's excellent Duel, albeit that you never got to see the driver in the movie. I think it's even more creepy seeing the guy leering out from behind his wheel . . .

A great report and a really good read. Again the story reflects the state of mind in a marathon to perfection; it all starts in fine detail, nuances of light and sound, picking out the interesting detail tucked away in the nooks and corners of a big race occasion. And of course it all boils down in the end to raw, gut-wrenching emotion, leeking out of you like sweat that seems to spring from the deepest, darkest places in your soul as you meet the Great Challenge. Never in sport is triumph so utterly exhausting as in the finish of a marathon. Well done indeed.