I was always surrounded by expectation from the very first race I ran as a 5-year-old.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I was a kid, I was a pretty good runner, and there was nothing like winning a race.
In my younger days, I loved to run. Although it may be hard for you to believe it, I did. And I did win a few races.
I couldn't disappoint people. I did not want to fail and exhaust myself, because I was the kind of runner who trained so little that I couldn't race again within another 10 days.
When I was young, I would go to the races and it was an unbelievable feeling when you'd watch them race.
When I was a little boy, I always wanted to run. I loved competing with my friends.
I raced supremely well. I felt I was as well fitted to do it as I had ever been, and as perhaps I might ever be. I went climbing three weeks before, because I was feeling fed up with running.
It was five years since I'd won a race, so I was a bit bewildered.
From Day 1 I wasn't planning to run until I am very old.
There is always the excitement of running races.
I don't remember my first race, but I do recall various school sports days where I became way too competitive. We were seven or eight years old, and I had a very stern conversation with my relay team-mates about how crucial it was for us to win.