The news had come through from the local Track & Field Club; I’d been selected to run a leg of the 1982 Commonwealth Games Relay as the Queens Baton wormed its way up the coast to Brisbane. I was 12 years old. There was one problem, I was a sprinter, the 100m, 200m and occasionally under sufferance the 400m. The distance I had to run with the baton through my hometown of Budgewoi was a little under 3km, oh no. Continue reading My adventures with the Commonwealth Games Baton →