EOn a Wednesday, March 12, 1879, at noon, 38-year-old Don O’Leary had a problem with his slender, tall, and still large mustache, which should not be underestimated: he was miserable. And everyone was able to see it. O’Leary stumbled Madison Square Garden, As if he had just eaten three bottles of lunch on an empty stomach, dripping sweat on his forehead and stagnant in a shawl tied around his neck. His mouth was open, his eyes wide, and one of the onlookers later commented that Don’o Leary looked like a corpse, still a movable corpse.
The Astley Belt Race, a six-day race to find the best walker of the time, began three days ago. Tens of thousands of New Yorkers gathered at Madison Square Garden to watch this year’s biggest sporting event between Wimbledon and the Champions League final. The most talented hikers from all over the world followed New York Above all, Americans’ faith was tied to one thing: on Don O’Leary, an Irish immigrant from New York, he made a splash in recent years, nicknamed the Plucky Pedestrian.
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