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there continues to be a threat that I may be targeted by drug lords. The
police cars with their flashing red and blue lights are like something
out of
Mad Max
. I suppose some people see all this protection as over
the top, but I have been told in no uncertain terms that the drug car-
tels are out to disrupt people's lives as a means to gain their evil ends,
so I would be mad to dispense with the guards.
Also part of my entourage is a Red Cross van, which trundles
along behind the police vehicles. I find its presence a little unsettling,
because it brings to mind the sweeper vehicle that follows the runners
in an ultrarace, collecting the competitors who fall over from fatigue.
My bloody haemorrhoid is still hurting like blazes.
august 11
A doctor who we found to give me physiotherapy yesterday told me he
was amazed that I was still churning out so many kilometres a day, and
he thinks there's something freakish about me. As I've said, my body is
like everyone else's; it's my mind that sets me apart from people who
