Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Track and Field

Today saw the first athletics meeting of the season and as experienced parents of the boy sprinter we (despite the sunshine) prepared as usual with layers of clothing, travel rugs, insulated cups for hot drinks, and plenty of food, for our trip to the optimistically named Sunnydale Stadium in Shildon, where two or three hundred young competitors gathered in hope or expectation of a personal best performance; with our own track star a little rusty due to lack of training, our best result looked to be by a pair of his old spikes worn by a young colleague finishing fifth in the Under 13 boys’ 600m until, in the penultimate race, with the stadium rapidly emptying, he came up trumps with a great run in the 200m to win his heat and grab a bronze with the third best time overall. 

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