"did I win?" As I have always have said, you rarely read of someone finding tragedy whilst supping a pint in a pub, whereas jogging is a sure way of finding an early grave. I often amuse myself down on the Chicago lakefront as joggers pass by me whilst I munch on a hotdog, looking as if they are about drop dead at any minute. For every finely tuned athlete there are 20 who really should be at home with their feet up. Bodies are hunched over, legs are dragging and faces crumpled and they call that fun.

As if to prove my point, yesterday's Chicago Marathon winner Robert Cheruiyot is still in a Chicago hospital with minor (thankfully) internal and external bleeding. In a move to rival Paul Robinson's attempted clearance against Croatia, Cheruiyot approached the finish line raising his finger to celebrate his winning time of 2 hrs, 7 mins & 35 secs but as he did so he slipped on the advertising mat slung across the street and fell backwards bashing his head on the concrete. (more)

There was some debate while he lay there to whether he'd actually crossed the finish line, he did.... just, but ended up being carried off in a golf cart unconscious! Never diss St John's Ambulance again!

Cheruiyot last night underwent several extensive neurological examinations, including three CT scans but will hopefully be okay to run again in 3 months. Time for him to learn that a pint is much less dangerous.  ¶ 19:55