This year's Field Day was an experience. Lots ofstations were set up for the kids to enjoy, including hunting for gold, obstacle courses, ball bounce, music, safety instruction, popsicles, ball toss, relay races, and the tricycle race. Everything was great until we got to the tricycle race. The kids were to stand in line and wait while the person in front of them rode the trike around the basketball court and back to the line, then the next one went, etc. We were paired with another second grade class, so the classes were competing. For some reason, as the end of the line drew near, the kids from both classes started chanting, "Teachers! Teachers!" The parent in charge said that other teachers had participated, and not being too afraid of making a fool of myself, I agreed to give it a spin. I mean, how hard could it be?
As both of us (teachers) got on the trikes, I felt pretty confident that I would win, since the other teacher had recently had a baby and wasn't getting a lot of sleep. Anyway, the whistle sounded and we took off. I was whirring away, and my competitor was trailing me...That is until I reached the turn. As I turned, my left knee got wedged under the handlebar and I couldn't get loose. Also, I was definitely feeling some pain. The other teacher came around the corner, (I'm sure she was laughing at me, even though she denied it!) and headed for home. Finally I got off the trike and hobbled back to the finish line.
The funny thing is, my kids circled me and cheered, and one of them said, "Mrs. S. you did great! At least you came in second!" I guess that's just the optimism of youth!
By the way, I had a four inch long purple bruise across my knee for almost a month! What won't we do for our kids?!