Supposedly, pre-pandemic, a bunch of people would get together and just.. run.. for an extended period of time. It’s supposed to be wild (reference). And cities would host big events called ‘marathons’ and celebrate the finishers and give the medals and kudos and things like that. But, the thing is, these events were so sophisticated that the runners could just pop in a taxi and get out just before the finish line and be celebrated as the super athletes they purported to be.
Well, not so fast, this bloke is crunching the public data surrounding these events and identifying the cheaters and naming them on his blog. Thank goodness - sanctity can now return to pointless running.
I can promise you one thing. Derek Murphy ‘aint EVER gonna catch me!

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