School Sports DayAt some point in the distant past, someone at my school had built a large concrete tank behind the sheds and called it a swimming pool. Proud of this, they had a "Swimming Sports Day" in which everyone had to participate, even those who couldn't swim (they got to walk across the shallow end of the tank).
This would probably have been OK if the pool hadn't turned a deep opaque green the night before due to lack of maintainance. Even the school sports stars didn't want to go near the gloopy mess in the pool. We were practically pushed in. I'm sure some of the younger kids never surfaced again and the non-swimmers looked petrified.
Tell us your sports day horrors.
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chthonic, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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I feel asleep ...in the sack race once.
Recently diagnosed as suffering from hay-fever, the doc prescribed Piriton. Now as anyone else who suffered from hay-fever in the late 70s will testify, this is described as a medication that 'may cause drowsiness'. Not a side effect I was expecting, to be fair.
So there we were, lined up with sacks on the ground in front of us, the whistle blew and we all dashed forward, stepped into the sacks and bent down to pull them up. The rest of the racers grabbed the tops of the sacks, straightened up, and bounced towards the finishing line.
I, on the other hand, remained bent down, slowly pitched over and (I'm told) performed a very poor forward roll and just lay there - somewhat worrying the spectators.
To this day, the smell of old potato scaks can induce narcolepsy.
Apologies for length, it'll get shorter with use.
(, Sat 1 Apr 2006, 12:54, Reply)
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