The Man Who Goes On, Even When

I Came From Such A Simple Origin, Without Any Great Privilege, And I Would Say I Also Wanted To Make A Mark. It Wasn't Until I Was About 15 That I Appeared In A Race.

Every Time I Ran The Mile I Was Aware Of My Own Weakness, There Was Some Opponent Who Could Give Me A Hell Of A Fight, So I Never Went Into A Race With A Sense Of Invincibility. I Always Had That Feeling Of Fragility And Nerves Which Made Me Run Faster.

Your Spikes, Which Were Really Quite Long Then, Would Catch The Material Of The Track And Your Shoe Would Get Heavier. I Was Simply Filing Them Down And Rubbing Some Graphite On The Spikes, So That I Thought I Would Run More Effectively.

Mothers, Unless They Were Very Poor, Didn't Work. Both Of My Parents Had To Leave Education. My Mother Had To Work In A Cotton Mill Until 18 Or 19, When She Took Some Training In Domestic Science.

I Lived On The Top Of One Hill And The School Was At The Top Of Another Hill. Nobody Ever Went To School By Car - We Didn't Have Any Cars During The War. So That To And From School Was Itself A Training.