It's the time of year that sparks fear into parents across the country - sports day.
Now we all love the opportunity to watch our little ones balancing eggs on spoons and hopping along in the sack race, but there is always that dreaded anticipation of what's to come.... the parents' race.
With smiles on their faces the teachers invite mums and dads to join in - 'it's just a bit of fun', apparently.
Unfortunately I have experienced - not once but twice - when this little bit of fun can go drastically wrong.
The shame of face planting the floor at my daughter's playgroup - and again in the primary school field - lives with me to this day.
As I lay with my grazed nose in the grass and in considerable pain at last year's event, my daughter cried as staff rushed to my aid with ice packs and a first aid box.
On that day I vowed never to partake in another mums' race. That was cemented the following day when my husband informed me after the school run that I had been 'the talk of the playground'.
I'm all for setting an example to the younger generation, I mean my kids' school motto is 'try, persevere, succeed', but there comes a point when you have to ask yourself what sort of example you are setting.
I admit I was feeling a tad competitive. I was a good runner at school. Nobody ever beat the two Pamelas but I regularly took third or fourth spot in races.
Turns out my body can no longer keep up with my competitive streak. Nobody wants to lose the mums' race and I felt like a hamster on a wheel that wouldn't stop turning.
But then it did - and it was all just a blur.
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