Molasses

Last week the 6th graders at Griffin Middle School were timed in the mile run. Erika reported that her time was 15:34. My natural instinct to give hollow, fatherly praise was overpowered by that terrible time. I said, “Wow, that is bad.” She said, “I know, I mostly walked.” Did she stop to do her taxes? A mile in fifteen minutes? I could probably beat her. Mom too. Fortunately the teacher lost the sheet with the times so she got to go again and notched a spritely 12:30. Oh my Miss is not a sporty gal.