There’s a terrible moment in every guy’s life, usually somewhere in his mid-30s, when he realises that he and his best friends have begun to drift away from one another. You know how it is. Those weekly rounds of beer? They’re not even monthly anymore, they’re yearly. And that golf outing that keeps getting delayed? You haven’t thought twice about it. All of a sudden, you’re busy and married, and when it comes to your buddies, you feel like lone planets with rarely crossing orbits. Sure, you get to catch up when someone gets married — and you can always be relied upon for a hearty “congrats!” on Facebook when someone announces a new child — but you can’t help but feel that the party is somehow over.
This grim realisation had dawned on Jared Cohen and his five best friends, on New Year’s Eve, in 2015. They’d all descended on the US city of Baltimore for a wedding — one was the groom, another the officiant, Cohen and the rest were groomsmen and ushers. But before the evening’s festivities began, they escaped for an afternoon run to burn off some energy and jitters.
The Sun was out, the air was a balmy 10°C, and the guys — one wearing a tuxedo (it was a wedding, after all) — darted
