We're just back from Anna's school sports. It is the first time Bob's been able to get time off for them. His presence really seems to have spurred her on, because out of 4 races, running, egg and spoon, skipping and sack, she made the final 3 times, won the egg and spoon and came third in the skipping. By some margin her best performance ever.
Her class also won the relay race, which was hotly contested with the other P6 class.
She had a real glint of determination in her eye, too. I had said last night that she wasn't particularly competitive. I didn't mean it badly, but in previous years she's been very laid back about the whole thing. Anyway, my comment seems to have ignited something and she put me well and truly in my place.
I'm chuffed to bits for her. No doubt there will be some sort of treat for her later.
You'll not believe the next thing I'm about to tell you. You would think that someone in my precarious state of health and fitness would have more sense than to take part in the mothers' race. Anna was desperate for me to do it though, despite my warnings that I would come last by a long way. So, I pretended I was fit and lined up with the yummy mummies. I didn't need to be clairvoyant to know I would come last and in fact, although I did complete the race, I walked for most of it. I just hope I didn't embarrass her too much. I feel absolutely physically knackered now, but I guess it's progress in that I couldn't even have contemplated doing that last year.