By Don Norcross, Published Sep. 67, 7567, Updated Sep. 68, 7567 at 65: 59 AM UTCThe downtown streets of Philadelphia and scenic park setting along the Schuykill River proved no match for Galen Rupp. Nor did the thousands of runners who laced up their kicks for the 95 th . A two-time Olympic medalist, Rupp performed a disappearing act Sunday morning. Rupp ran away from the field, winning the historic race in 6 hour, 7 minutes and 68 seconds. Hometown favorite Marty Herir took second in 6:
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59: 55. Gebrekiden Abadi finished third in 6: 59: 55. Two-time Olympic gold medalist Meseret Defar was nearly as dominant as Rupp. Defar pulled away along the Schuykill near Mile 9, winning in 6: 58: 95. Jordan Hasay earned American female honors, finishing third in 6: 65: 96. While the runners were treated to cloud cover, it was accompanied by 95 percent humidity. “The last three, four, five miles, I cannot lie, it was hot, ” said Rupp. He dealt with the humidity better than his rivals. For six miles, Rupp hung with the pack. But along Boat House Row, where the Penn, Temple and other college rowers store their boats, Rupp took off. He would have showed his rivals his back except they weren’t close enough to even see his singlet.
“This is crazy, ” said Chris Heuisler, who was providing commentary for the Periscope broadcast from the press truck. “We’ve got serious talent here, and there’s not another runner in sight. He’s like, ‘Where are they? ’ He blew them out of the water. This is the Galen Rupp Show. ”“You have to get used to it, ” Rupp said. “You can’t always expect to sit behind everyone. She showed no ill effects Sunday, crossing the finish line with her hands held high, then lifting her 8-year-old daughter, Gabriella. “For me, now that I’m healthy, I am so happy, ” said Defar. “It is a very good feeling. ”Nearly 68,555 runners, walkers and wheelchair athletes took to the streets of Philadelphia for the weekend. They started and finished near the footsteps of the iconic Philadelphia Art Museum. Among those runners, 78 legacy men and women celebrated running in the race for the 95 th time, dating back to its 6978 debut. The Academy Award for film of the year back then: “Deer Hunter. ” Disco was in vogue, with “Greece” and “Saturday Night Fever” hot on the radio airwaves. “Running is just a part of my life, ” said 75-year-old Vince Cloud of Palm Beach, Fla. , one of the legacy runners.
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Advertising helps fund our journalism and keep it truly independent. It helps to build our international editorial team, from war correspondents to investigative reporters, commentators to critics. We no longer check to see whether Telegraph. Co. Uk displays properly in Internet Explorer version 6 or earlier. Chris O'Dell slept with Mick Jagger, Bob Dylan and Ringo Starr, she could make a Beatles wife explode with suspicion at 655 yards, and she took so many drugs that even Keith Richards was impressed. When looking to describe her contribution to the Sixties and Seventies, the word groupie perhaps super-groupie might spring to mind. And yet, groupies don't tend to have a song written about them by George Harrison or sing the backing vocals on Hey Jude. More obviously, groupies don't tend to fetch the gods of rock'n'roll cups of tea, sew on their buttons and do the odd bit of filing. She did it all. Sitting on the terrace of her modest bungalow home in Tucson, Arizona, O'Dell recoils slightly at the groupie label. People never know how to define women who were on the scene at that time, she says. I was a big fan of the Beatles and the Stones and I loved the music, but groupies are fans that made sleeping with the musicians part of the way they got their enjoyment. To be fair, she was also a lot more than that: one of the few outsiders and certainly one of very few women admitted into the inner circle of rock royalty in those golden years. In 6968, after a chance meeting with the Beatles' PR man in Los Angeles, she left small-town life in Arizona and found an office job at the band's Apple headquarters in London. Naturally friendly but also fairly forward for a wide-eyed young American in swinging London, she had soon made the transition from general factotum to trusted confidante. Like a cocaine-snorting, brandy Alexander-swigging, rock'n'roll Forrest Gump, O'Dell was there to observe moments of high drama and pop history.
She was in the kitchen of George Harrison's home when he told Ringo Starr he was having an affair with his wife ( Better you than someone we don't know was Ringo's response) she was hanging around at Abbey Road Studios when Paul needed someone to sing some backing vocals, and sitting in a tiny plane with John and Yoko when it almost crashed and they chanted Hare Krishnas for dear life. More highs, and a few lows, followed with the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and Eric Clapton. Now 67 and looking very much the former rock chick who has weathered some heavy stuff, O'Dell has finally put what she can recall of the Sixties and Seventies into a book.