Once upon a time long, long ago, in what at this point seems to have occurred in another life, I was an avid 6 days a week, an hour per outing,
regardless/heedless of weather, a jogger.
Individuals like Mr Bannister were in the vanguard of the aerobics movement, and both helped launch and inspire millions to exercise.
It is one thing to run, and quite another entirely, to run fast, especially re creating the self-induced motivation to try.
Coming to terms, admittedly begrudgingly, with the limitations of one's body, especially as one ages and one's body becomes decrepit, is an impossible task, but at the very least, people like Mr Bannister have helped along the way for one to learn to accept reality (but not necessarily gracefully).
One of the least talked about aspects that Mr Bannister and his 'movement' brought to the forefront, was the role of competition and rivalry in one's personal world as there were always peers that could run like the wind, and superficially with apparent ease. One's betters are one betters, and wishing otherwise is a very hard lesson to learn re being a total waste of emotional energy that could, and should, be put to better use.
Roger, Over And Out!
I was more interested in his profession to be honest. I was never a runner, more of a team player, but he ran out of duty to try and repay the loyalty of those disappointed by his lack of medal in the previous Olympics.
It was another time. In this day of steroids and other
Illegal substances he wouldn't get a look in.