I watched the second half of the Olympic marathon. ("I contradict myself? Very well I contradict myself. I contain multitudes") and it was pretty amazing. Now this is what I call sport. No drugs- because bigged-up muscles would be absolutely no use in an endurance test like this- just strategy and strength of character. I thought Noguchi had blown it by going out in front so soon, I thought her style looked ragged- those flapping arms- compared to the tightly compact African runners who were on her heels, but she held on and held on and she came in first. Afterwards I felt good about being a human being.