By not showing a bib mid-race, Litton was counting on not being photographed, or at least not being recognized as a race entrant. Sticking to the shoulder allowed him to get close enough for his chip to register at the thirty-kilometre checkpoint.
"He won’t take pills in front of other people except family members .... he will not do what he is supposed to do if there are people other than our family members over at the house."
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