This week has been a busy one for the family. We had Sports Day and a tennis tournament for the Terminator and a local race, 6 miles for Danny Boy and me and 3 miles for The Terminator. Lurch also had a lad's weekend in Lisbon. All of this activity prompted a family discussion about medals. Would you rather win an Olympic Gold (choose any discipline you want), a Pulitzer prize or the Nobel Prize? Lurch said his choice was easy, he hates sport and the Nobel prize has the biggest prize fund so that was that. All down to cash. Danny Boy chose the Nobel too but wanted to win it for finding an eternal solution to war. The Terminator said he'd read a book about Marie and Pierre Puree (up there with T-Hairy Henri, the gifted french footballer and the coop, the feel-good supermarket) and he'd like to win the Nobel prize for finding a new element or a cure for Aids. I went for an Olympic gold in the downhill slalom at the Winter Olympics but I also felt that one of the best feelings in the world must be to be on stage singing 'Love Shack' to a big crowd with the B52's.
Lurch is currently on the Lad's tour with three of his old school friends. He's phoned a couple of times, mainly to talk about peri-peri chicken, leather handbags and the sweltering heat. I asked him if he'd finally bought some swimshorts. No way was he getting his fish-white belly out for anybody except me, was his response. I am truly the special one. How far removed from the days when the lads used to tear up the King's Road, swaggering their slim young bodies.
The Terminator's house won Sports Day and he won the tennis tournament. The 6 mile race was unspeakably difficult. Danny Boy had not done any training and to my horror the start line was full of uber-fit looking club runners. The race itself included a 2 mile hill, what a nightmare! DB and I managed to drag ourselves round and DB was 42nd and I was 51st out of 75. Luckily there were some 70 year olds running, although a couple of them beat us. The Terminator excelled himself and was 31st out of 165 and got a trophy for being the first cub home. He told me he had tried so hard he was sick in the public toilets afterwards! We went home and I was so shattered I fell asleep in the afternoon. Today DB and I can hardly move but we've all vowed to give it another go next year, it has really lifted our spirits and motivated us. Keep on running!