Well-wishes from a friend31

About ten minutes before the race, my Cleveland friend all of a sudden came up to me. He didn’t say hello or anything; he just grabbed my hand and started shaking my hand.

He is a far better runner; I was so honoured.

Then he started giving me advice. He said, “You have to drink a lot, drink a lot.”

It was so hot — really very, very hot. Everybody had told me that the weather would be very cold. But no, it was really hot.

So my Cleveland friend said, “Drink a lot, drink a lot; otherwise, you won’t be able to make it.”

My Philadelphia friend — God knows where he was! But he would appear very soon.

RB 95. 7 October 1979