Went down on the field today to look after the kids. After a while I got a few kids going "race me Mr Fern, please". Normally I'd say no but today (it's almost the holidays) I turned to the person who I was with and said, "shall I?" and I got the nod. I must have run up that track more than half a dozen times, much more. It's over 29°C out there. I was shattered and felt like I was gonna die when I got home. Where do the children get so much energy from?!?! Granted, I'd only drank a couple of glasses of water by then (around 12:30-1:00 ish) and it was only me against god knows how many. My legs are sore. :mrgreen: I also ended up falling over during one race and getting beaten by a teacher in the last. And now my boss has told me to come to work tomorrow in shorts. Yeah, like that'll happen! I'm such a big kid, aren't I?