Have I been for a long slow run? Is that why I am tired?
No, today was spent sat in a chair watching Madam compete in a pentathlon. Who knew sitting could be so exhausting? Being a spectator is far more stressful than competing take it from me, I am wrung out.
Here is a blow-by-blow account of the 5 events, not that you want or need to know of course, but it will help me get if off my chest and sleep tonight! Therapy that is what this is Shaz therapy. Thank you.
Long jump a PB of 20 cm. Me– Oh well done Madam – Its only 20 cm
Hurdles this did not go so well, after three false starts she did not get in the rhythm but still managed .02 second PB Me – you really did not get in the swing of that did you? Madam – I am useless, I was last out of the slowest group
High jump, she obtained her highest hump in a long while and second highest ever, but the last height did not even try and jump. Me – You need to get on the bed, you just need to jump Madam – Yes I know but it comes up to here (shoulder) on me Me – Yes but you have jumped it before Madam – ************
Shot put- We agreed on this one – useless! Usually she does well but today, no!
Me – (Pushy Mum persona surfacing) Go out and get a PB. Your running has improved so over 800 metres you should get a good result Madam – I’m nervous (Nerves? She has no idea I felt sick to my stomach!)
So thrilled to say Madam managed this final event with a PB of three seconds, not bad over that distance. Thankfully she finished on this high, but my what a roller coaster of a day. I went from kind, gentle sympathetic Mum, to pushy, stroppy, no-nonsense Mum “you will get a PB“. I figure if I go through the full range of Mumminess then at some point it will be the correct thing to do!
She tells me she wants to do the open event this Tuesday, that means in two days I have to go through it all again, but thankfully only three events this time. Might sneak in a flask with something to steady my nerves or I might stay in the car.
Thanks for listening!