For questions 31–36, read the text below and choose the answer (A, B, C or D) which you think fits best according to the text.
Margaret Okafor did not run her first marathon until she was sixty-two. This is a fact she mentions without drama, as though starting distance running in the seventh decade of one's life were the kind of thing any sensible person might do. She took up the sport at sixty, on a recommendation from her cardiologist and with what she describes as "a complete absence of expectation." The expectation, like the mileage, accumulated later.
What strikes you immediately about Margaret's account of those first months is not the difficulty but the silence. She had retired from teaching eighteen months earlier, and her days, previously governed by a rigid institutional rhythm, had become shapeless in a way she found quietly alarming. Running gave the mornings back to her. "It wasn't about fitness at the beginning," she says. "It was about having somewhere to be at six o'clock." The route became familiar; the dark became less frightening; the solitude, once oppressive, began to feel like a gift.
Her first race was a half-marathon in her home city of Bristol, which she completed in two hours and forty-four minutes and cried for the entirety of the final kilometre. She had not anticipated the emotion. "I think it was the crowd," she says. "They knew I was old. They were very kind." She ran the full Bristol Marathon fourteen months later, finishing in the middle of the field and ahead of several people who looked considerably younger than she did.
The question she is asked most often is whether she intends to stop. She finds this faintly insulting. The implicit assumption, she suspects, is that running is an activity that ageing bodies should eventually relinquish — that at some point the sensible thing is to take up something gentler. She disputes this with characteristic precision. "The research suggests that cardiovascular capacity declines more slowly in people who remain active. The question is not whether I should stop but why I should stop."
What running has given Margaret, she says, is not primarily physical. It has given her a relationship with time that she did not expect to find. Distance running demands patience in a way that few activities do: you cannot hurry a long run, and the attempt to do so is invariably punished. She has learned — in her seventh decade, which she finds only mildly amusing — what it means to accept the pace that her body can sustain. "That is not a small thing to learn," she says, "at any age."