Pondering on the bus home tonight, for some reason I suddenly remembered an occasion when I was about 11 visiting friends of my parents. Their older daughter arrived in having been for a run in the nearby forest and I remember as clear as crystal thinking how wonderful it would be able to run, the feeling of longing to experience the freedom of running. But I wasn’t sporty and I never ever at that point dreamt that one day I would run a marathon. You just never know what one day you might achieve. My English teacher once said “happy are those who dream dreams and are willing to pay the price to make them come true”.

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