Racing realities — 6 Comments

  1. Today after school rounders was cancelled – no reason given – but I suspect it was to facilitate even more skipping. The school is big into skipping. Great. But all traces of running around team sports are being progressively erased.
    Which is a shame.
    Meanwhile more boys are withdrawn from the school as their parents search for a more sporty environment, and the girl:boy ratio skews ever further.
    All that “all shall have prizes” can go a bit far, I feel.

  2. Memories came flooding back there Ian, the sloping Ham school field…….I remember Les Brooks being a very fast sprinter……I can remember being in the relay races. I think the winners/losers thing back in the 60s/70s toughened me up for the real world after leaving school……

  3. I had a horrible time in school sports, but it was much more to do with being a social misfit than with being inherently bad at sport. Still, maybe that underlines even more that the sack race is a metaphor of things to come…

  4. An ability to run faster or jump higher than the next child is NO indicator of what they will do in adult life. At school all those thousands of years ago I was reasonably good at rowing and rugby,academically ……enough said

  5. Like others Ian, memories of being absolutely useless at track and field events came flooding back – for me it was 50 years ago. I couldn’t sprint, I couldn’t jump, high or long, I couldn’t throw a cricket ball any distance, or indeed bowl (deformed thumb), I had to use both hands to return a back-hand stroke in tennis. Social ineptitude only added to my lack of self esteem.
    For one glorious moment I found fame in winning the sack race, the only time I ever came first in anything I ever did. No wonder I struggle with the idea of “being good enough”.

    I love your blogs, I love your honesty, I love the way you write, I love the way you see things to write about in the simple everyday things of life.

    Thank you for your prayers last Sunday, it was a wonderful day- we in Dublin were sorry that we could not have been in Abbeyleix.

  6. Abbeyleix went wonderfully well – the beautiful location and weather creating the mood of a glorious garden party.

    The only glitch in the liturgy was yours truly, being the most junior cleric, leading a line of clergy into a pew in the nave instead of going up to the chancel. I was never any good at the ceremonial stuff!

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