Kevin Raybur's run 1968, Six o’clock in the morning The Olympic village was quiet in its lazy sleep, but Kevin Reybur was already awake, and ready to run. The easy 8-mile morning workout was only a part of the blonde-haired phenomenon’s training schedule. Later in the afternoon he would suffer through fifteen miles of pace-work and intervals on the golf cart paths and quiet streets of the peaceful suburbs of Mexico City. Despite his …showed first 75 words of 1971 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1971 total…Faren yelled "Go Kevin!" His eyes followed the voice, and found the flag and Faren beneath it. "Bring It Home!", shouted mom and dad standing gloriously at Faren’s side. "Bring it home." He mouthed the words back, though no sound came out. He looked at the start line a second time, and the monster was no longer there. Kevin looked straight ahead. The corners of his mouth curled up, forming a menacing, devious smile.