Cultureshock

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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, my stamina. 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.