Noel Hulsman
L.A. Marathon
2004
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It’s not yet 8 a.m. and the temperature has pushed past 75 F, almost 20
degrees above the norm. I’m at the intersection of Figueroa and Fifth
Street in downtown Los Angeles. In just over half-an-hour, a gun will
fire, signaling the start of the 19th L.A. Marathon.
On the podium, a block away, there’s a discernible edge in the race
marshal’s voice. “It is going to be hot today,” he repeats again and
again into the mike, “do not run past the water stations.” Unsaid is “or
else”, but you know he’s thinking it.
Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories
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