|Peter Norman finishing second in the 200m Final|
in the 1968 Mexico Olympics
It came about at one of the country athletics meetings to which my club-mates and I used to travel in my early running career. Most of us were still living at home and these meetings, in Victorian country towns such as Horsham, Stawell, Halls Gap, Strathmerton, Myrtleford and Omeo, provided a great reason for us to get away for a weekend. The usual routine involved driving up late on the Friday night, often after a volleyball game, camping at or near the track, racing on the Saturday afternoon, adjourning to the local pub on Saturday night in the hope of meeting some girls (rarely successful), and a longish run on the Sunday morning before driving home. Apart from the attraction of a weekend away with our mates, the track meetings were an opportunity to be big fish in a little pond.
|A track meeting at Stawell, Victoria, in the early 1970s|
|A track meeting at Myrtleford, Victoria, in the early 1970s|
I walked for about 5km this morning, and found that so long as I concentrated on keeping my right foot aligned with the direction of travel, i.e., not splayed to the side, as is my habit, the pain in my injured right knee was not so bad. I sense that I may be able to resume limited running tomorrow as long as I keep that right foot pointing forward. Time will tell.