Long jump. My least favorite field event, and yet both of my boys enjoy participating in it. Must be something about jumping into a plot of freshly raked sand and leaving big footprints right in the middle of it that appeals to their inner 3-year-old.
It's not that he's good at track, it's that he's getting exercise and having fun. Those are the important things. I give him lots of credit for getting out there and being on the team, especially when his Big Brother is the captain and ready to hand out extra laps to the slackers.
There's no slacking for the Middle Child. There are no medals or glory yet either, but he certainly makes a good effort.
And he looks fast in the photographs, with his rock and roll hairstyle flying behind him...