Only one mile!26

One man in the five-mile race, wearing green, was walking. He told me, “Don’t go ahead of me; stay with me!”

A black girl who was 50 metres ahead of me stopped. Her boyfriend and her brother were so sympathetic.

An old lady said, “Sri, are you not walking? Are you not walking?” She saw how tired I was — that I was dying — so she was begging me to walk. She was very kind to me.

When I start running, my mantra is, “Only one mile, only one mile!”


RB 787. 3 March 1984