There was a parent's race at ds sports day today. Now I am not normally competitive about such unimportant things but for some reason when I lined up, well I wanted to win it.
I used to be a good runner in my youth so maybe I wanted to see if I still had it despite my gut and wrinkles. Well I went for it, and won, by a country mile.
But despite my ds declaring he was proud, when I crossed the line I felt nothing but shame. At the grimace that must have been on my face as I ducked for the line, at my skinny jeans riding down and displaying muffin top. At the general un coolness of it all.
The other parents were clearly shocked and disgusted.
So is it unreasonable to win? And have I undone a year of cultivating a sophisticated mum image?
Oh dear