Friday 4th May 2007
Ok, so it's not called Sports day - it's known as "Race Day". No idea why.
But today I discover to my distress, that my daughter is not sporty. In her races she is more intent on gazing around her and waving at "her audience".
Tim told me off for being too competitive. Perhaps I was a little over-critical at times… I surprised myself to be honest. I'd never considered myself as competitive, but sports were the only thing I excelled at when I was at school.
In fact, I recently discovered that the high jump record I set at Okehampton Comprehensive School in 1978 still hasn't been beaten. I feel disgustingly smug about this!
Yes, that was 1978… sadly not a typo.
The kid's races just involved running up and down a tennis court and attempting to throw bean bags into a basket a few feet away. In the picture above, Rhiannon was supposed to run in and out of the poles. She forgot. Ah well, we'll work on that.
But then the parents were invited to race! Wheeeee!
Forgetting I haven't run anywhere for about 20 years or even partaken in any kind of sport for nigh on 25 years, I leapt at the chance to show off. And perhaps give Rhiannon a little persuasion to buck her ideas up when it comes to athletics… OK, I admit to being a little ashamed. Not much though!
The Parents' Race was a relay. Our team won the ladies race and I also got into the men's race somehow. No idea how.
But the wonderfully misogynistic males of the expat community made me run the last leg as I was a woman *rolls eyes*. Then the chap before me dropped the baton before handing it to me and therefore we lost. Hah! Macho guy loses.
Thankfully Tim's photos of me didn't come out - I was too fast for the camera…
Yeah, right!
