Carl Lewis hadn’t lost a long-jump competition in ten years. He had won 65 in a row. His run-up was a study in technical perfection. His head still, his hands flattened, cutting through the air in high sweeps to his left and right. He rarely looked at the board as he hit it. He didn’t …
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Jacob Sweetman 