I was in Stockholm this weekend. Not racing, just watching.
Standing at the side of the road as thousands of people moved through the city on marathon day, I found myself not necessarily watching the race but watching the people. The ones flying through at kilometre twenty, all efficiency and quiet confidence. The ones starting to hurt at thirty, jaw tightening, form beginning to unravel at the edges. The ones at thirty-five who have clearly had a conversation with themsel