Running is one of the few jobs where it’s outright forbidden to help your fallen co-workers. When I spiked Darren, I couldn’t go back for him, no matter what I wanted to do.
If someone goes down, we just run right by like a bunch of cold-hearted bastards. That’s because the medics can’t get out until all the runners have passed. That could mean several minutes of agony before help arrives. And if a runner does show human kindness and helps a fellow, he is disqualified. Survival of the fittest at its most literal.