Did you read yesterday's post? I said, "Tomorrow The Team are off to the annual homeschool camp. Tomorrow afternoon there will be a sports carnival and we're hoping to compete... I will take my place with all the other daring mothers... I am going to fly towards that finish line... There is no way I am not going to finish tomorrow's race. The rest of The Team are expecting me to be spectacular."
I was full of excitement and confidence. I was going to be sensational.
Well... I have to confess... (can you see my red face?)... I didn't go flying over the finish line after all. I wasn't even slightly spectacular. I didn't actually start the race. I missed it altogether.
I was there at the playing fields before the carnival began. I assessed the course. I worked out the distance we had to run. I discussed running shoes with a fellow mother and assured her mine were close at hand. I was getting all excited and then... it rained.
The rain fell so heavily we all abandoned the playing fields and headed inside to the recreation room. Well, most people made their way to the recreation room. I decided to go and get a cup of coffee. The rain looked like it would fall for hours. I was sure I'd have plenty of time to have a drink and a short chat and return to take my place with all the other mothers. But...
I met up with a friend I hadn't seen for a while. We had a lot of news to catch up on. We talked and talked and I became distracted. I forgot all about the race.
"Mum, where were you? You missed the race. We couldn't find you anywhere."
"The rain stopped? The race went ahead?" I remember yesterday's words: "I must make sure I don't get distracted. I don't want to miss the race completely. If I'm going to fly over the finish line, I do actually have to be at the start line at the right time." Oops!
I am feeling rather disappointed with myself. How could I have missed the race? And then I think of something...
"Perhaps it's just as well I didn't run. I might have slipped on the wet grass and gone splat like last year."
"One of the mothers did slip over," says Sophie.
I am feeling better... I have avoided another splat.
But then I think of Vicky, Pam, Mary and Elm who all stopped by to encourage me on. All those wonderful cheers and I didn't even start the race. I feel rather embarrassed. Then I remember something Mary said the other day: "God knocks me off my throne daily."
I think I have just been knocked off my throne too.
Mary also said: "We all have our splat stories ;) What fun would there be in life without humor?" A spectacular run or a good laugh?