With one lap to go I made up my mind that nobody else was going to pass me, but ten yards later a runner came up beside me. It was John Caine, who had started more slowly, but was now working his way through. He urged me to work together with him. I stuck to him and we passed one and then another. Suddenly, I was feeling better; I was still tired and working hard, but we were moving through, and nobody was passing us. It was easier to push myself on with John as my pacemaker.
