|Richmond Park, London|
|Schoolboys Cross-Country Race in Richmond Park (1967)|
|Tiffin Boys Grammar School|
|Running on the Tiffin Boys|
Grammar School playing
field in 1967
Around this time, at my initiative, a friend from the team and I rode our bikes up to the gates of Richmond Park one Saturday and then ran non-stop right around the perimeter paths of the Park, about 12 kilometres. This seemed an incredible distance to us, our families and our friends, and gave me the kind of recognition and self-esteem I craved as an under-sized teenager. Soon afterwards, I returned to Australia and continued my running career at Melbourne High School and Monash University where more encounters and coincidences further grew my passion for running.
My right knee was very sore overnight, and the right Achilles was stiff and sore this morning, but I expected that after yesterday's long run on fire-trails. I haven't had a day off for a while so was happy just to walk gently for 5km this morning around the local streets. The Achilles hurt a little while walking, but not enough for me to think running tomorrow will be a problem. I feel a sense of optimism after yesterday's run that I'm on my way back. It's hard to explain what has changed, and I have to be careful not to get too enthused. My doctor has told me in the past that I have borderline low white and red blood cell counts, and it almost feels like the oxygen carrying capacity of my blood has suddenly improved in the past week. No drugs are involved, so I have to assume that I've been ailing with something that has now passed. Of course, this diagnosis is not based on anything other than a gut feeling, and may be wildly off the mark. The next few weeks will tell.