In ten minutes time his warm down will be over, his hood will be up and he will be back in the car, eyes obliterated by his fringe, ears blocked by large green headphones, intensely concentrating on his iPhone. But for the moment he stretches the legs that grow an inch a month, re-ties his spikes, and we dream of Olympic glory.
SPORT His eyes are fixed on an invisible tape as he strides his long legs forward in a lolloping gait. His coach shouts muffled instructions and he nods and jogs back up the track to try again.
In ten minutes time his warm down will be over, his hood will be up and he will be back in the car, eyes obliterated by his fringe, ears blocked by large green headphones, intensely concentrating on his iPhone. But for the moment he stretches the legs that grow an inch a month, re-ties his spikes, and we dream of Olympic glory.
Mary Wallace
4/3/2021 05:10:13 am
A time when there was a promise of future greatness in between bouts of being a typical teenager. I know mum will always be proud even without Olympic glory.
Sue Clayton
4/3/2021 05:22:46 am
Whatever course he chooses in life he will always be his mother's pride and joy. Comments are closed.
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