So sports heats.
Every year I compete In the sports heats for my school. These heats are formed so that it's plausible to find out who the talented students are. These students then go on to do sports day.
I hate sports heats. Sports heats are provide me with a lot of... pressure and I don't really like pressure all too much.
Every year it's the same.
The same girl comes first in everything
Somebody gets injured
For some reason or other their is an argument
Something goes wrong such as travel arrangementsAs a person I enjoy sports, they keep me calm and collected. Pfft but we aren't just talking about sports are we. One of the only things that keep me calm become stressful.
So me being me I decide hmmm. Let's just do everything I might as well. Bearing in mind I do this a couple of weeks before the actual heats. I'm reality I should really know this is a bad idea. It's always warm and I am bad with nerves.
So I arrive. Everyone's wearing heir sports clothes it's all great.
This is the part where we all know it isn't.
I panic, everybody is already sorting their stuff out and preparing for the first race.
LIKE WHAT THE HELL I JUST ARRIVED.
"S3 400m lets go"
I stand. I stare at my pe teacher. I lose all hope.THE 400m IS THE ONLY RACE I CARE ABOUT WTH FOES IT HAVE TO BE FIRST.
So I end up in the lane with the girl that always comes first. And the girl that comes second. Generally speaking I tend to come third. It's an average place for me. Last year during the actual sport day I was second for the 400m but I guess yeah thirds fine.
" three, two, one, GO."
So before I begin to tell you what happens I need to explain somethings here.My bra strap is not very tight before I begin.
I have a jumper on and it's 20 degrees outside.
I have a bad habit of forgetting stuff" three, two, one, GO."
I begin to run. I feel my strides. All is good. Now as of recent dates I have lost weight and am now under 6 stone. My bra strap is no longer tight enough. I'm running in first place actually. I'm really quite proud. My jumper is smouldering me but I'm doing good. My bra strap falls, this restive my movements slightly but I still keep going. My shoe lace is undone... I step on my shoelace. Step on my foot wrong. Manage to stay up. I end up in third. yup THIRD. I'm running catching up. The Finnish line is close but I'm ok. I can catch up. I sprint closing in. I can make second easy. I run and then forget I'm doing a race and slow down. Still sprinting though. Just very absentmindedly. And no surprise I'm THIRD. WOOP WOOP CHEER CHEER. For f*** sake.After this race I decide. That i should take my jumper off. Suddenly within two mins of finishing
"LONG JUMP FOR S3 GIRLS IS NOW READY"
.... WHAT, THE S1 and s2 PUPILS ARE SITTING TWIDDLING THEIR F***ING THUMBS. GET THEM TO DO SOMETHING.
anyway I do my jumps of course not jumping at the right time. Always at least 40cm away because I have a fear of overestimating. I manage to do a good jump and yay. I fall backwards. I was so ready though. Not fair
This cycle went on for a while, I placed many thirds and a fourth. I was so prepared for my specialty. The high jump. Yeas I'm short but I can jump high. I'm ready and I wait.
I keep waiting... and waiting... and waiting.
Then suddenly to my joy I heard the announcer. Finally I thought. High jump.
"ITS TIME TO HEAD EVERYBODY GET INOT YOUR CLASSES"
... WHAT THE ACTUAL F***. NAH THATS NOT FAIR. THIS IS A JOKE.
"We will be doing high jump next week during your p.e lessons."And hat was the end of my fabulous day.
Oh and to top it all of....
I GOT SUNBURN.
Just no
Whatever.
Really it's all pointless
I'm sh** at sport anyway.
And it wasn't even actually sports day.
And it's not like this really matters.
Nothing really does...Author
Sooo I may or may not have had sports heats. And this may or may not be similar to what happened to me. Also I'm very sorry for not uploading in a while. It's the time of year where I'm moving into the next class and I have a load of set tests and stuff. It's difficult cause it's stressful. Anyway thanks for reading. I will upload in about a week or so maybe earlier so yeah. Bye :p
Oh btw if you read anything that says jsut or hat don't worry my phone autocorrects and I'm to lazy to fix it so yeah.
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