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...third world record. "Being in lane six, I was out of the middle of the pool. I knew that if I jumped first, the guys in the middle of the pool wouldn't be able to see me, and by the time they did, hopefully I had enough ground where I could hold them off," he said of his record-breaking...
That's probably a testosterone-dependent effect. Running is all about getting your foot off the ground. You've just got 200 milliseconds or 300 milliseconds to apply the force to push you through the air, so you need an enormously strong leg. Now Paula Radcliffe, [the world-record holder in the women's marathon], is 54 kg. At her 54 kg, she just doesn't have the muscle power that the men have. I think that's the differentiating factor. You have to have testosterone in your body for 20 years to develop the strength that the Kenyan male...
...police and media both chased after, with British tabloids competing to find McKinney, making do in the meantime with pictures and revelations about her former career as a nude model for sex magazines. When reporters ran McKinney and May to ground in Atlanta, Georgia a month later, the couple revealed how they'd used a succession of disguises - first as nuns, then in a sari and Sinbad the Sailor outfit...
...Bill Clinton, President Jimmy Carter, and Pope John Paul II, among others. CIA cables back to Washington warned that “the detainee has been known to withhold information or deliberately mislead.” Never mind that by treating Mohammed so poorly, U.S. officials ceded precious moral ground; on a practical level, his maltreatment at the hands of the United States sent the intelligence community in pursuit of false leads and diminished the potential for justice for the horrible crimes alleged in his case. In the parallel military commission trial of Salim Hamdan, Osama bin Laden?...
...wander around the city by foot, I stop at most restaurants to look at their menus. One waiter talks me out of ordering "pork cooked blood congee." ("Awful! Horrible!" he shudders.) From the ground, the city sometimes reminds me of Flushing, Queens, the less commercial sister of Manhattan's Chinatown, with bronze roast geese hanging by their necks in shop windows and improbable animals awaiting slaughter. But then, two blocks over, I wander into a mall and am suddenly lost between the Chanel store and Sephora...