Sporting Woe
In which we ask a bunch of pasty-faced shut-ins about their exploits on the sports field. How bad was it for you?
Thanks to scarpe for the suggestion.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:40)
In which we ask a bunch of pasty-faced shut-ins about their exploits on the sports field. How bad was it for you?
Thanks to scarpe for the suggestion.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 13:40)
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Cross cuntry running...
..at our school consisted of being made to run around the sports field for as many laps as we could in the 1 hour double games lesson.
Each lap must have been at least a mile and a half so by the end of each lesson the less sporty of us would be thorougly knackered.
Well we would be if it wasn't for the Hockey nets at the far side of the playing field. Our Hockey nets had a metre high wooden board at the back of the net behind which 15 or so of our lazy arses would accidentally trip and never get back up again for the remaining duration of the class. If we kept our heads low enough it was far enough away that we couldn't be seen at all from where the PE teachers were sat.
The teachers either didn't care, or didn't notice that half of their cross country runners were often nowhere to be seen.
After we'd got confident that we could get away with our scam we'd take fags, snacks and other distractions to entertain ourselves with as the more sporty members of the class kept up appearences.
From time to time we would get up and do another lap, making sure that the teachers saw us.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:34, 1 reply)
..at our school consisted of being made to run around the sports field for as many laps as we could in the 1 hour double games lesson.
Each lap must have been at least a mile and a half so by the end of each lesson the less sporty of us would be thorougly knackered.
Well we would be if it wasn't for the Hockey nets at the far side of the playing field. Our Hockey nets had a metre high wooden board at the back of the net behind which 15 or so of our lazy arses would accidentally trip and never get back up again for the remaining duration of the class. If we kept our heads low enough it was far enough away that we couldn't be seen at all from where the PE teachers were sat.
The teachers either didn't care, or didn't notice that half of their cross country runners were often nowhere to be seen.
After we'd got confident that we could get away with our scam we'd take fags, snacks and other distractions to entertain ourselves with as the more sporty members of the class kept up appearences.
From time to time we would get up and do another lap, making sure that the teachers saw us.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:34, 1 reply)
I hated cross country
It wasn't part of our fitness training - oh no. Instead, it was what we were told to do when the weather meant we couldn't do what were there for. When I played rugby in winter (it was Wales, so not only did we play rugby not soccer, winter lasted about 11 months), if the ground was too hard through frost or hot weather(usually it was frost), we had to go for a run.
When I played cricket in summer, if it was raining (and it usually was) we had to go for a run.
When I got older I started rowing instead, which you could do all year round, but if the river was too high (which often included fallen trees and other dangers) we had to go for a run.
If the river was too low in dry weather, the rocks got exposed and we had to go for a run.
I still hate fucking running because it's deeply ingrained in me that I could be doing something else instead that I might actually enjoy.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:39, closed)
It wasn't part of our fitness training - oh no. Instead, it was what we were told to do when the weather meant we couldn't do what were there for. When I played rugby in winter (it was Wales, so not only did we play rugby not soccer, winter lasted about 11 months), if the ground was too hard through frost or hot weather(usually it was frost), we had to go for a run.
When I played cricket in summer, if it was raining (and it usually was) we had to go for a run.
When I got older I started rowing instead, which you could do all year round, but if the river was too high (which often included fallen trees and other dangers) we had to go for a run.
If the river was too low in dry weather, the rocks got exposed and we had to go for a run.
I still hate fucking running because it's deeply ingrained in me that I could be doing something else instead that I might actually enjoy.
( , Thu 19 Apr 2012, 14:39, closed)
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