David Robbins: Sports day... but did my suspect sprinting run in the family?
It was time, I thought, to take a cold, hard look at my daughter. Time to banish the clouds of fatherly affection and ask, plainly: has she any chance in the egg-and-spoon race?
Her first-ever school sports day was looming and I was filled with conflicting emotions. I didn't want her to be one of those uber-competitive kids who would walk over their granny to win a medal, but I didn't want her to come last either.
I wondered if my little girl had inherited her dad's genetic inability to run fast. There are some kids who just flow over the ground. Their feet land lightly and their stride seems a perfectly natural expression of their physicality.