I think it's well known that I'm not a big fan of physical exertion, but you may ask yourself, why this aversion to exercise?
It all goes back to my childhood days of being the tiniest kid in class -- I represented the Lollipop Guild at a towering 4'6" until 8th grade. This meant the inability to be of any use in any sport save perhaps archery, which I loved. Perhaps it's because the faces of the angry Amazons in my P.E. classes that screamed at me whenever a basketball did not make it into the basket somehow materialized where the bull's eye had been. I was very good at archery.
I was also the most uncoordinated and most accident prone kid in class. I was always getting hit in the head, stomach, and other tender parts of the body by flying basketballs, badminton birdies, and softballs (not so soft, actually, when whizzing at your head at 120 mph). I was once knocked out cold by a volleyball and then forced to continue to play once I came to.
My anxiety over physical education in the 4th grade got so bad that my teacher thought it would be helpful to place me with the 3rd grade class when they did their P.E. Yes, I am the only kid in the entire world who had to do remedial P.E. Even at the age of 9, I just didn't see why I couldn't just sit on the sidelines in sassy shoes and pick flowers out of the grass and make them into necklaces to accessorize my cute little dresses.
So here I am, a hundred years later, still unable to function in an athletic capacity. I'm only just now, as a woman in my late twenties, brave enough to even try to do something that isn't ballroom dancing or walking around the block. I bought a bike after not having or going anywhere near one for almost 15 years. I went biking last Saturday with people from church, and managed not to fall off that two-wheeled harbinger of death. Sure, I still can't walk correctly, but I did it. I did, however, manage to fall into the water when walking on rocks. Try though I might, I'll always be the 4th grader who can't run 10 steps without tripping over her own two feet or...air.
To aid in my quest for physical fitness, I also purchased some "athletic wear", including shorts. I feel like an idiot wearing this garbage because they just don't make those things for people of my complection. Don't autumns need flattering scoop-neck t-shirts, too? Grey is such a dreadful color. Perhaps that's been the problem all along--drab, shapeless P.E. uniforms and other exercise garb.
Maybe when I grow up, I'll design a line of athletic clothing for the chubby girls who wear warm colors, and prefer kitten heels to running shoes and flower picking to volleyball, but who need to get moving...that being said, I'd probably better do that.
It all goes back to my childhood days of being the tiniest kid in class -- I represented the Lollipop Guild at a towering 4'6" until 8th grade. This meant the inability to be of any use in any sport save perhaps archery, which I loved. Perhaps it's because the faces of the angry Amazons in my P.E. classes that screamed at me whenever a basketball did not make it into the basket somehow materialized where the bull's eye had been. I was very good at archery.
I was also the most uncoordinated and most accident prone kid in class. I was always getting hit in the head, stomach, and other tender parts of the body by flying basketballs, badminton birdies, and softballs (not so soft, actually, when whizzing at your head at 120 mph). I was once knocked out cold by a volleyball and then forced to continue to play once I came to.
My anxiety over physical education in the 4th grade got so bad that my teacher thought it would be helpful to place me with the 3rd grade class when they did their P.E. Yes, I am the only kid in the entire world who had to do remedial P.E. Even at the age of 9, I just didn't see why I couldn't just sit on the sidelines in sassy shoes and pick flowers out of the grass and make them into necklaces to accessorize my cute little dresses.
So here I am, a hundred years later, still unable to function in an athletic capacity. I'm only just now, as a woman in my late twenties, brave enough to even try to do something that isn't ballroom dancing or walking around the block. I bought a bike after not having or going anywhere near one for almost 15 years. I went biking last Saturday with people from church, and managed not to fall off that two-wheeled harbinger of death. Sure, I still can't walk correctly, but I did it. I did, however, manage to fall into the water when walking on rocks. Try though I might, I'll always be the 4th grader who can't run 10 steps without tripping over her own two feet or...air.
To aid in my quest for physical fitness, I also purchased some "athletic wear", including shorts. I feel like an idiot wearing this garbage because they just don't make those things for people of my complection. Don't autumns need flattering scoop-neck t-shirts, too? Grey is such a dreadful color. Perhaps that's been the problem all along--drab, shapeless P.E. uniforms and other exercise garb.
Maybe when I grow up, I'll design a line of athletic clothing for the chubby girls who wear warm colors, and prefer kitten heels to running shoes and flower picking to volleyball, but who need to get moving...that being said, I'd probably better do that.
I can't stop laughing... Here I am, Your OWN MOTHER... I didn't know about the PE class. Where was I? Oh, I know, I was trying to get up off the floor from doing a sit-up myself.. some help I was. I am soooo sorry. And to think your Grandpapa was what he was!Oh my my my....
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