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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Goo dat games? Moi?I didn't even get to take part in sports days, I was so crap. I was in the games group that was just above the one that contained the asthmatics, the epileptics and the girl with the metal arm, and this was only because I didn't actually have a disability. To make matters worse, I was tall, slim and athletic-looking, so people actively expected me to be good at games. Which I was not.
Probably becuase of this I used to have endless Bunty-esque fantasies of the 'previously-untapped- talent-mysteriously-comes-to-the-fore-and-Clapper-saves-the-day-in a-games-related-way' type.
What actually happened was things like:
Actually having an opportunity to realise these fantasies by actually being asked to stand in as goalie in a hockey match against the posh school down the road.
1) I had never been in goal ever
2) I was mildly hungover due to vast performance anxiety
3) Did I mention I was crap?
4) They won 11-0
5) Instant pariah-ness beckoned
Being in a swimming gala in the juniors. Again, in my mind, I was actually winning my race! This would show them, all the naysayers that thought I couldn't do it! My arms and legs were thrashing and the water was pounding in my ears. And then I felt a sharp crack on my head. Not only was I last by really quite a long way, but somehow I had become confused, turned a 90 degree angle, and swam straight across all the lanes and into the side of the pool. Truly, the echoes of the 'bless-her' style applause as I gamely struggled to the end will haunt me for ever.
These days, I am tall, slim, still look athletic and am fit and healthy due to a discovered love of running around doing fitness related things. But organised sport? You can keep it.
(, Mon 3 Apr 2006, 12:39, Reply)
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