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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High Jump QueenTwas a sunny day in rural England...well it was the school field with planes from Heathrow taking off and landing every few moments.I absolutely loathed Sports Day.A day dedicated to destroy what little self-esteem I had left by showing me how inferior my sporting abilitly was compared to all the pikey Hayes childs. It was time for the high jump. I say high jump...it was two little coloured stands with a stick across it. There were three levels to the high jump. The stick was moved accordingly to the level you were on. LEVEL ONE-The stick was about half a foot off the ground. "I can do this" I thought. I ran, my chubby thighs chaffing, leapt in to the air..SUCCESS! I hadn't made an arse of myself just yet. Level two. The stick was moved up more, this was going to be a challenge. Again i took a run up and glided over the stick like a tubby little angel.Only one jump left. By this point I had grown increasingly tired/bored/sweaty and wanteto go home. So the stick was hired for a last time.I ran, Lord did I run.Got to the stnad sticky thing of jumping pain and...stopped, stepped over it and stood next to it.The crowd laughed, how they laughed. Still to this day, I cannot work out whether I stopped sub-consciously and it was that point I realised I hated sports or I was just too bloody scared of jumping over a twig two feet off the ground. The latter idea I'm afraid.
Length?!!??It was the height the scared thee bejebus out of me
(, Tue 4 Apr 2006, 15:20, Reply)
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