Watching the Olympics is incredibly inspiring but when it comes to sport I am easily inspired. I watch Wimbledon and hanker after a game of tennis. I watch the London marathon and fancy a jog. I watch the athletics and fancy a quick throw of the javelin. It makes me want to get out there and have a go and banish the wobble. Maybe I will, gently. I don't want to do myself an injury.
The Big One, however, is inspired and is throwing himself into it. He fancies himself as a runner and runs at every opportunity shouting out for me to time him. He is naturally competitive, everything and anything can be a race, from getting dressed in the morning, to riding his scooter down our hill (and terrifying me in the process). The fallout isn't so much fun if he loses but to compete you need a winning spirit, and this he has.
This picture was taken last summer. He hasn't stopped running yet.
Joining in with The Gallery at Sticky Fingers and the prompt 'Sport'
