`But it was the good Lord who put it in his mind,' said she. After I got back from Mexico, I called Don Allison, the longtime editor of UltraRunningmagazine. Caballo had let slip two details about his past worth following up: he鈥檇 been a profighter of some kind, and he鈥檇 won a few ultraraces. Fighting is insanely difficult to fact-check,what with its tangled ganglion of disciplines and accrediting bodies, but in ultrarunning, all roadslead to Don Allison in Weymouth, Massachusetts. As the clearinghouse for every rumor, raceresult, and rising star in the sport, Don Allison knew everyone and everything, and that鈥檚 whatmade the first syllable out of his mouth doubly disappointing: 鈥榃e will sit here a little, shall we?鈥?she said. 鈥業t mustn鈥檛 be long.鈥? 国产成 人 综合 亚洲,成 人 国产综合,成 人 国产综合 We left the caravan far behind. In the gorge with its rosy-pink soil the silence was exquisite, the air had the freshness of a mountain height, and quite inexplicably amid these barren rocks, where there was not a sign of vegetation, there was a scent of honey and almonds. 鈥淢aybe,鈥?Eric said. 鈥淥r maybe the race already started.鈥?He nodded farther ahead. Arnulfo waswalking right behind Scott, watching him intently. said an incredulous Scott Tinley, the two-time world champion Ironman triathlete who was doingTV commentary for ABC鈥檚 Wide World of Sports. 鈥淲e鈥檙e witnessing the most incredibledemonstration of raw courage in sports today.鈥?