I staked out my marathon viewing place at Canary Wharf a good hour before the racers got there due to an inexplicable need to be ungodly early to everything. I saw the wheelchairs, elite women, and elite men before it started raining and got unbearably cold and I had to pack up and go home to the comfort of my blankets. The only reason I'm really upset about this is because I didn't get to see sexy Gordon Ramsay run by. (There is no arguing this point...he is implicitly sexy.)
The elite men turning a curve...
A wheelchair man, a motorcycle, and an elite woman. A nice mix....
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