I heard the heavy thump of the post as it came through the letterbox.
Everything I needed had arrived. The pocket guide, the championship tag and
the race number. It was too late to turn back. I would be 1 in 52,000 taking
to the streets come 5th of October. Boy, I felt frighteningly excited, even
though there was still a month to go. But first i needed to do more training.
Preparing for the run is the best. Putting on those cushioned Adidas' eases
magic to my feet.
But the anticipation of running my first mile was daunting. The route from home to
Jemond Dene would seem a long journey. I wondered how
long I would take to control my breathing; my pace and most importantly,
Physics is just part of it. Running is like poetry and I have my own
rhythm. A repetitive beat I can refine with each step I make; a hopeful
positivity added to my everyday life. My form is good. The trepidation from
the moment my feet hits the ground, I go into movement, then begin to
float. The past doesn't matter, it's the next step that counts. It feels good.
And the world's a much better place. Rhythm, feeling, meaning.
On the 5th October 2008 it'll be up to my wits and me; The Great North
Run to be completed by the Great Northern Runner. The whole 13.1 miles.