It's that time of year - school sports days are happening up and down the country. It's not a day I remember with relish, either as a participant or as a watching parent either, if I'm perfectly honest.
My family, it's safe to say, is missing the athletics gene. Walking is more our pace, but sadly competitive walking isn't included in any sports day of which I'm aware.
Having said that, my daughter did win the egg and spoon race at primary school one year, which was a first for both sides of the family.
The best I ever managed was second, also in the egg and spoon race as it happens. Perhaps if that was an Olympic discipline we may have triumphed and been able to represent Team GB.
Fortunately the school my daughter attended didn't make a big deal of the parents' race. However, I did once take part in a parents' race for my younger cousin, who was still at primary school while I was at Uni.
I remember lining up, taking a look at the competition and thinking to myself that despite my asthma and distinct lack of athleticism I had a good chance of winning as I was at least ten years younger than the other participants. The only Dad racing was about five stone overweight to boot.
So imagine my surprise when he flew past me like an oversized rocket and won, while I just about scraped into a still respectable second place. Another perfect example of why we should never judge by appearances.
I did read that some schools were banning parents' races because some Mums and Dads were just too competitive and couldn't handle losing. I imagine their reactions and language weren't setting the best example for the watching children either.
But if you are attending sports day, be on the lookout for parents arriving wearing Lycra and carrying running spikes. I've heard that Des O'Connor once lined up to run at his son's school only to spot a man thus attired - and he turned out to be Linford Christie!