School Sports Day
At 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.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
At 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.
( , Thu 30 Mar 2006, 11:13)
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Shot-Put..
For those of you who recall the "on Stage" QOTW a few weeks ago, you might remeber that i was a) not really a sporty kind of guy at school, b) was unpopular because of it and c) went to an über-posh center of education which excelled at sports.
As a kid i used to climb trees endlessly, as a young teenager I spent ages canoeing around the UK, and as I went through puberty, I became rather beefy.
I, for some un-godly reason was required to make some sort of sporting effort... and opted to go for the shot-put. The area in which it was done was the closest to the school by about 40 meters, the people who did it were all the cricket-jumper wearing rugby jocks, and It was a relatively quick and painless thing.
In true traditionm I went up last and lobbed the dmned thing as far as I could be bothered to. THUD.. I LOVE that sound. Mindful of the fact that I hadn't done the twirly thing, and that I certainly couldn't be accused of making a serious effort, I was rather pleased to have out-lobbed everyoen else by 30cm.
Shocked and bewildered, the rugby twats tried harder. I beat them again. That afternoon, I re-set the school record.
Not a great story really... but just a nice memory for me. Again, the Beta-male out performing the heard of testosterone filled Alphas. It's a good feeling.
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 9:15, Reply)
For those of you who recall the "on Stage" QOTW a few weeks ago, you might remeber that i was a) not really a sporty kind of guy at school, b) was unpopular because of it and c) went to an über-posh center of education which excelled at sports.
As a kid i used to climb trees endlessly, as a young teenager I spent ages canoeing around the UK, and as I went through puberty, I became rather beefy.
I, for some un-godly reason was required to make some sort of sporting effort... and opted to go for the shot-put. The area in which it was done was the closest to the school by about 40 meters, the people who did it were all the cricket-jumper wearing rugby jocks, and It was a relatively quick and painless thing.
In true traditionm I went up last and lobbed the dmned thing as far as I could be bothered to. THUD.. I LOVE that sound. Mindful of the fact that I hadn't done the twirly thing, and that I certainly couldn't be accused of making a serious effort, I was rather pleased to have out-lobbed everyoen else by 30cm.
Shocked and bewildered, the rugby twats tried harder. I beat them again. That afternoon, I re-set the school record.
Not a great story really... but just a nice memory for me. Again, the Beta-male out performing the heard of testosterone filled Alphas. It's a good feeling.
( , Sun 2 Apr 2006, 9:15, Reply)
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