Aged nine, I had little interest in sport. Then came my first cross-country race at my new school
We were standing in a line outside the changing rooms on a blustery September morning. I was nine years old and had just started at a new school where I didn’t know anyone. “Watch out, Peter’s our secret weapon,” the other boys were saying, jostling and pointing at a skinny boy in a red rugby shirt. We were all wearing the red of our house, Thursby. Next to us were three other rows of boys, in gre...
Published on October 08, 2015 05:10