From our special correspondent in Paris – After cancelled training sessions and a last-minute postponement caused by unexpected storms spilling sewage into the Seine, Paris’s cherished dream of making the capital’s river clean enough to swim in came true Wednesday in the men’s and women’s individual triathlons.
For the uninitiated, watching a triathlon can feel like witnessing some kind of religious procession. In the final footrace, the runners have something of the penitent about them, all spare flesh flensed from their frames, their unflagging gaze fixed on a point that only they can see.
