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!
13 comments:
I'm with you on the B52's thing I love that song!!
And Danny Boy has a good way with names! Love it!!
A 2 mile hill? Oh, no! I think that you and DB did very well and so did the Terminator, of course. You should be greatly encouraged for next year!
It's my son's first sports day soon (we were only given 1 week's notice - how rubbish is that?) and being a working mum I'm GUTTED that it's at 12pm, so I can't go into work late and I can't slip out early. It means taking a day off at late notice. Maybe if I don't tell them it's for my boy's sports day and tell them it's for 'ladies stuff' (I work with a bunch of men!)
Cheat that's the only way to win. Given that your son will be entering the world of work and perhaps corporate world - cheating will be a fine asset for him to master. He will no doubt scale the greasy promotion pole in no time. Cheat I tell ye, cheat.
Am very impressed with your running!
Trust menopausaloldbag to suggest cheating!!
seems like a very busy week.... the important thing is to try and enjoy the moments and events.
I am just thinking what award you would win for the "Love Shack" rendition. Obviously a Grammy, but possible a Nobel for bringing light and life to the worldwide community. Love that song.
Saw them in the States in 1991 and 2002 and they were just as good.
My Dad would have run in the 1940 Olympics if war had not broken out, so he might have got a medal so I think I would like one.
You clearly have a dream and that as you said on my blog is where it starts.
If you can dream it you can do it.
Blossom
Love Shack IS great Suburbia, I agree although I'm envious of expatmum going to see them, not sure if they're still together or not.
I hope you take MOB's advice Tara and manage to get to your son's sports day by foul means, probably.
Thanks for the visit Casdok and good advice from Mae. Blossom how must your Dad have felt not being able to run!
certainly NEVER enter a race without several hopeless looking cases lined up around you!
Sorry, I've tagged you, come and see what to do.
Good for you! That hill sounds tough. But I love that feeling of doing a hard run and then you've finished and can just flop and wallow in your fabulousness.
As there is no Nobel prize for Mathematics (word is that Nobel's wife was having an affair with a mathematician, hence no prize)I'd love a Fields Medal, but no-one has ever heard of it.
Well done on that run! I am so not sporty - leave that to football obsessed husband.
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