On the night of January 29, 2022, Sabastian Sawe learned that his grandmother was dying. He was in Seville, Spain, the night before his first competitive half-marathon. His job the next morning was to pace the elite field through 10km, then step aside. Instead, he made a decision. He would run — not for the clock, not for the contract, not for the agent who had never called back — but for Koko. The woman who had raised him in a mud-walled house in Cheukta with no electricity, who had told him, every time the world closed a door, that it would be okay. When the gun fired, he ignored the pacing brief entirely. By 7km, the elite field had collapsed behind him. A race director pulled alongside on a motorbike: “Nobody’s with you. Just go.” He finished in 59:02. A course record by a minute and a half. Days later, he flew home to Kenya and buried her. ALSO READ | Sabastian Sawe storms marathon’s 2 hour-bastion in 1:59.30: with 97 gms shoes and after submitting to prolific drug testing She never saw what he became.…