Warning: long [and probably boring] post For anyone who enjoys running, you will know the exhilarating feeling that it provides. For me, sprinting was my first love and as a child I used to run to school, run back home [a good 5 miles in some instances] and I ran for the sheer enjoyment it provided. Why walk through a bush path [I'm Australian] when you could run? I just loved it. It made me feel good and to be honest, it was really that simple. And I could run fast. Faster than all of the kids in my class, faster than any of the kids in my year level, faster than most of the kids in the school, even those much older and taller than me. Sports Days were fantastic. I was able to run in relay teams, sprint events, open events against anyone and everyone, and competition was healthy and well-embraced. We supported one another - even our rivals - and we appreciated the efforts that the person had put in to even take part. Winning wasn't everything! I ran in other sports too, in soccer and in rugby - where I played on the right wing and just waited ...