Two Instances really - One of pleasure, the other of Pain
I've never been good at sports. Never have done, never will be. The only thing I was even REMOTLY slighty, dusted-with-a-spec-of-skill-in, was swimming.

I used to go to North Staffs Lifeguard Club - mainly because my mum thought it was a good way of teaching me about CPR and the such, while also getting a good swim in afterwards. This was all fine and dandy - I could wobble about with my 9-year-old puppy fat and no one ever really cared. That is until the Regional Competitions.

Yes, ok, I know this isn't a sports day story but meh...I wasn't good enough for sports day - I had to get my shame some where voulentarily.

So anyway, the competitions. I was entered for the retieval race. A simple race where a hoop and a brick are placed on the bottom of the pool and a swimmer has to swim - pick up the brick and swim through the hoop and then race till the end. Now, in my home pool this was fine as the depth was practically nothing. In this new pool however the pool floor scraped satans celing. Nevertheless I gave it a good go, only to get stuck at retrieving the brick. So much so that I was still attempting to duck down to it 5 minutes after the race had ended and they were resetting for the next one. The audience who were sitting in the pool balcony had become restless.

I was actually asked to leave the pool so the next race could start. Ive never felt so humilated in my life.


Oh and the good event - I once came third in a sack race. There was only 3 competitors tho, but I dont care. I came third! I got a sticker!

*beams*

(appologies for length)
( Grinned2Death knows what Willis was talking about, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 15:55, Reply)