It Wasn't Ment To be
Just to set the tone of the story, at school i was one fo the sporting crowd, sprinted for the county, never picked last in games etc..

Anyway its 1999 and im in my final year of college, a strapping 16 year old all ready for his final sports day (how i miss them). I've been training all year, pushing myself to near comatose to knock a few milli-seconds of the all important time of the 100m event.

Step back further in time, every since i was young ive alway been 2nd best in the schools ive been to, some chutney ferret called Robert being the best. Every year he beats me,this has gone on for near 10 years. Try as i might i cant leaglly beat the sod.

Back to 1999, and the day before the hollowed event, and im feeling like shite. Dizzy, Sore Throat, Flu etc. That night i say a prayer to the god of Lem-sip and go to bed. Next morning im still shite, only this time with odd spots over me, hmmm i think never mind lets get ready for school and the sports day.

The time arrives and im lined up on the track, Robert next to me. The usual plesantrys are observed and away we go............ I Come last. Robert has a big grin on his face. Turns out i had the start of Chicken Pox at the age of 16, im sure you can imagine how bad it was.

Anyway due to that day im now a 15 stone lazy sod who plays computer games.
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