Because she's like a jumps horse (say Mon Mome), who gets beaten up most its life by quicker horses, before, relatively late in life, finding a distance so gruelling all the speedsters haven't the guts to compete; because she looks in total pain every step of the way, and looks like she turned up without her kit and had to borrow someone else's; because she happily craps on the side of the road; because she once lapped Anne in a 5k race round Hyde Park; because she wins when I back her and loses when I don't; and because she's the greatest distance runner we've ever had, but will feel empty all her life for not winning the one medal she really wanted - a true British champion...
Go, girl.
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