12/3/11
I love watching a great race. As I see it there are two types that fall in that category. One is the epic battle, that of two or more runners passing, fighting, charging, stalling and daring one another to the finish. This is of many players, or at the very least two; where the viewer’s desire for the outcome can make some racers villain and others heroic. The other, as I see it, is the lone battle. The driving of a pair of legs, through mastery, over terrain that seems to fling them forward with a finish line ready to accept their embrace with none close enough to even challenge their supremacy. As the spectator you feel part of both. The voyeurism of the moment, I guess. The beauty of the race is the races within the race. That there can be many battles fought over different lines of victory and you can just sit back to watch the display.
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