Me? I'm not athletic. Never have been really.
I even hated Field Day in elementary school. I didn't win any ribbons. Ever. I never received praise for my heroic efforts in the long jump, which if you're the shortest person there, other than the kindergarteners, is an Epic Endeavor! Whatevs though, 'cause that was +/- 30 years ago. I'm over it. Mostly.
Stupiddummyhead Field Day.
Okay, so, I don't run. If you see me running, you should run too. Because I'm here to tell you that the only time you will see me run is if there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex hot on my heels and the theme from "Chariots of Fire" is playing in the background.
I did however play soccer during that time, and that, I was passingly good at. I played defense because, as you now know, yours truly is not a runner or sprinter or jogger or even a speed walker and defense didn't require me to run very far very often.
|1980. The year I was a soccer star.|
I was the only girl on the all boys team but after being carded more often than not because I couldn't remember to turn my dang hands the right way while shielding my young lady chest, I didn't sign up the next year. Woe is me.
So there you have it - the beginning and end of my athletic career.
Except for a two year stint on the tennis team in high school (see? Not a lot of running) which we will never speak of again.