Great North Run

"... as I began the final hill every fibre in my body started to scream. This was unchartered territory, I had never run past 12.45 miles before. A big question mark was hanging over my head: could I do it? It was only a mile but with exhausted legs and a hard course it felt like a big ask. As I neared the crest of the hill I could hear a rumble of a jet engine coming from behind, I looked up, as a Red Arrow thundered past at a low altitude, giving me a sudden burst of energy. As I got to the top of the hill I was presented with an awe-inspiring sight: the North Sea stretched as far as the eye could see, the road was lined with hundreds of supporters and as I started the steep descent three more Red Arrows sped by leaving a trail of red, white and blue behind them. It was a picture perfect moment..." [Marcus Samperi]