This 1992 Olympics moment gets to me every time. Derek Redmond was favoured to win the 400m when, at the 150m mark, he pulled a hamstring and collapsed in a heap of pain.
The dream and years of hard work denied in a split second, he looked for a moment as if he had given up. But when the medics rushed onto the track, the man amazingly pulled himself up and hobbled to the finishing line, supported by his father.
This is a true Olympic moment, a glimpse of the human spirit, of what we’re capable of even when the odds are stacked against us.
This Saturday, I will run the 84km ultramarathon with every ounce of strength and courage Derek Redmond had; I will conquer the 84km.