As any parent will know, Sports Day is the culmination of a years training for your child. The tears, the tantrums, the copious amounts of chocolate as bribes...everything comes together on one, usually baltic, day in June.
Today was Robert Gordon's College Sports Day - the first for Mr H Jnr. He's gifted with brains but no evident athletic prowess and the attention span of a gnat so when a diesel ride on mower drove past on the playing fields at Countesswells, guess where Jnrs attentions were diverted to. It was only the presence of a certain young Italian lady (Bella Angela - spotty jacket in top photo) that kept him from wandering off to investigate. But he's game for everything and we're hugely proud of him and his efforts today. At 4, its all about having a good time. Next year he's in P1 and its all change with like, stress and stuff and homewurk for, like ever...
Anyway - some photos of him in action.
Hurdles - the leap
The fast turn (note hair)
and head down for the sprint to the finish!
A small smile passes over our athletes face as he realises his rival's (in sack race, and love...) race is over
.....
"Look at me, I've got a small yellow sack on my head and a slightly manic (but lovely) teacher behind me but I'm still cool enough to wave at my parents"
We whipped butt in the egg and spoon race and all enjoyed lashings of mini pork sausages and organic apple juice for lunch after which I left for a double cream mocha with my mate in Aberdeen and then returned to a much warmer Banchory to pick up the bike and get some more miles in. Tonight I felt strong (despite a howling side wind that threatened to blow me off the bike as I passed gaps in walls/hedges/fences. I warmed up for 3 miles and then got down on the drops, gritted my teeth and and smashed my previous 10 mile time. Woo and indeed ya frikkin' hoo! An easy 5 miles cool down saw me home and happily stuffing my face with rhubarb crumble.
Ace day :)
No comments:
Post a Comment