we have probably dreamed of being a hero; scoring the last minute goal that ends 50 years of hurt, or even diving to save a child from an oncoming bus. it has inevitably made some of us want to be somebody great.

but as age catches up with us and some of us become more knowledgable, we know it is physically impossible to be the next superman, batman or even wonderwoman. thats when we become realistic and try to achieve something that is within our grasp.

i can still vividly remember the time of my gruelling training program - track and field. no wine, no sex; where salad and meals with protein were the norm. to top it, trainings were twice a day and the heat was just unbearable. fatigue sets in and your vision gets blurry - you feel like giving up and yet you know you cant. you have already come thus far.

and when the day finally comes and your name is being called out over the PA. your heart starts to pump faster and you get excited. the adreanaline rush. the eagerness to just go out there and witness how much you have improved. and as you walk out to the track, the crowd roars and your friends cheer. just when you thought your heart rate was at it maximum, it upped again - and you can hear the beating ringing in your ears.

and when the gun goes 'bang', thats when you know its just the beginning.