What do you do when you have the opportunity to trade in your penciled ten miler for a 5k with Mo Farah? You run with the wind in your face and dust at your feet, that’s what! So that’s exactly what I did. Having won a competition to run, have breakfast and have a Q&A with the running demi God himself, I found myself on the Piccadilly line, Arsenal bound to one of the most memorable Sunday mornings of my life.
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The sun was high and the air was crisp. But the atmosphere was silently filled to the brim with expectation and excitement. Personally, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. This opportunity meant more to me than most.
It’s no secret that my father’s untimely passing was one of the reasons I began ‘running’ (more like shuffling!) up and down my street beneath a cloak of darkness. It is also well known that my father was a die hard (pardon the pun) Arsenal fan and by default, I had followed suit.
So hold up, not only was I going to run with THE man of the moment, Mo Farah but also I was going to get to lap the Emirates Stadium? Excuse my lack of decorum right now but; HOLD ME BACK FAM! I can’t help but believe that my Dad slipped God a lil suttin suttin just so I could live our dream.
Once we were all ready in our ‘One Mo Mile’ t-shirts and had dealt with all the legal practicalities, in walked the man himself. Slight and humble with a head slick enough to breakdance on, he was everything I had imagined and more.
“I am having a moment.’’ I said to friend and fellow RunDemCrew runner, Melissa.
Before I could faint from love at first sight, we were off zig zagging our way through Highbury and Islington; he kept the pace at a RELAXED seven-minute miles. Considering he performed a blistering race the day before where he was doing the same but within the unfathomable region of four minutes per mile, I can only believe it felt like a walk in the park.
Once we huddled together for more photos and caught our breath, we were lead upstairs to a well-deserved breakfast of sausage rolls, pastries and the like. While, I would like to say, I kept it ladylike and reserved my appetite, I am currently in marathon training and my body doesn’t play that! I ate for myself and those that were there in spirit!
It was thrilling to watch him interact with his fans in such a relaxed manner. It was almost as if we were his friends. Not once did he turn down a photo or seem uninterested. He genuinely made everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room.
During the Q&A he explained, that he too is still a young man who when invited to have a kick about with the Arsenal players, became as star struck as a child and then fully understood how his fans must feel.
“How much of your success is down to talent? If you could give us a percentage breakdown, how hard do you work to maintain your excellence?” I asked
“Man, talent will only take me so far. When I line up against my competitors, I know we are all talented. The track does not lie. It shows your weaknesses. But if you’ve put the work in, it also shows your strengths. Yes, I am a naturally gifted runner and enjoy what I do. Regardless of the money or Nike, don’t get me wrong, such things are nice. But they are not what entice me to comeback. It’s knowing, I gave my all. And that I trained hard enough, regardless of talent, to be the best.”
There he was. An inspirational character, I usually only get to converse with in my head, looking me dead in my eye and confirming my worst fear. It’s never about talent. Sure, that’s a blessing but those with less of it will trump you as they had more of an inclination to hit the track and do 8 x 400’s while you catch up on The Grammys. Shame.
Mo, if you happen to be reading this, thank you for involuntarily being the face of our Olympics. And I wasn’t kidding about the RunDemCrew invite. Every Tuesday is an opportunity to run with London’s finest.













