Global Perspiration: Inside the DC Half Marathon as a Microcosm of World Order
Washington, D.C.—On a humid Sunday that felt imported straight from the Mekong Delta, 20,000 pairs of overpriced carbon-plated sneakers slapped the asphalt from the Capitol to Hains Point and back. The DC Half Marathon, an event whose very name is a polite fiction (the advertised 13.1 miles somehow always measures closer to 13.4—clearly the same…