TRACK & FIELD
One enduring paradox of the Boston Marathon is that the doctors who give each entrant a physical exam before the race never bother to check his head. Ask a competitor what makes him run and he will tell you: "It feels so good when I stop." It must—after 26 mi. 385 yds. of loping up and down hills, fighting leg cramps and nausea, cultivating blisters, dodging angry dogs and straining to hold out till the next comfort station. Such stoicism is plainly un-American—which explains why a foreigner has won every Patriot's Day marathon in almost a decade. Last...
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