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And whatever breakthroughs they came up with, they’d be legit. With ultrarunners, Vigil had therefreshing peace of mind of dealing with pure lab specimens. He wasn’t being hoodwinked by aphony superperformance, like the “miraculous” endurance of Tour de France cyclists, or thegargantuan power of suddenly melon-headed home-run hitters, or the blazing speed of femalesprinters who win five medals in one Olympics before going to jail for lying to the feds aboutsteroids. “Even the brightest smile,” one observer would say of disgraced wondergirl MarionJones, “can hide a lie.”

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Ultrarunners had no reason to cheat, because they had nothing to gain: no fame, no wealth, nomedals. No one knew who they were, or cared through the woods.

They didn’t even get prize money; all you get for winning an ultra is the same belt buckle as theguy who comes in last. So, as a scientist, Vigil could rely on the data from an ultramarathon; as afan, he could enjoy the show without scorn or skepticism. There’s no EPO in Ann Tra-son’s blood,no smuggled blood in her fridge, no ampules of Eastern European anabolics on her FedEx account.