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| | Books By Hal Higdon: Boston: A Century of Running |
 | | Salazar's face was impassive, but inwardly his stomach was churning; his legs felt so weak, he wondered if they would respond once the gun sounded. |
 | | Salazar knew that these early miles were part of a stalking game, the faster runners trying to conserve energy as much as possible, watching those around them, looking for weaknesses that they might later exploit. |
 | | Salazar later would admit: "My attitude changed during the race from wanting a fast time, to wanting a clear victory, to finally just wanting to win." Salazar began to realize that, unless Beardsley cracked soon, it might come down to a sprint on the final straightaway, something he feared despite his seemingly superior speed. |
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