My arch-nemesis in elementary school and all through junior high wasn't a her, it was an it: P.E. I was not a)a child born with gracious, fluid movement, nor was I b) small and agile. I was usually the biggest girl, and developed early. I was the last picked for any team, and usually tagged quite often with that sting-y red ball in dodgeball. I even sustained a hairline fracture in 5th grade b/c i-forget-his-name swung the bat, and I was accidentally too close, waiting my turn at bat, with my h.e.a.d. in the way. And can we talk? Red Rover, Red Rover, do not send anyone else over to break through my arms. Why? Because it hurts! I think I need to design a class at the healthclub for all of us P.E. non-achievers who tried desperately to be sick on Presidential Fitness Day, who are scarrred from those scoliosis checks and weigh-ins which always occurred in front of our skinnny, 75 pound peers (who...I find out 25 years later, had their own angst). You know who you are...we're the types that hear that dark Star Wars Darth Vader sound track whenever we drag ourselves to the gym.
Aw...a sweet trip down memory lane. It's nice to see I'm completely over all the issues of my youth.
So? Which one were you--a P.E. achiever, or a P.E. stinker? Don't be afraid. You're safe here.
11 comments:
Oh Dear One, I feel your pain. Actually I was ALL.OVER. fitness day as it related to things like the wall sit and sit & reach. It was the things that would actually make one "cool" that I was challenged in. I was the bench sitter extraodinaire!
Lurve you.
I was definitely a P.E. stinker, lol
I was a stinker.
My most dreaded day as an elementary child: Field day.
But, SHHH!, you didn't see me here.
I was a little of both: I lived in a neighborhood with more boys than girls & we played kickball or something similar nearly every day after school. I wasn't a tomboy, but I had a mean kick! That helped with PE on through school.
I was somewhere in the middle. younger years I was ok at the games, but my problem was I was so shy I acted like I couldn't do any of them even though I really wanted to. High School P.E. was awful, I hated messing my hair up and getting all sweaty so I sat alot out, this only made the crazy gym guru/teacher only pick on me more.
I was a perfecter of the forged note from the parental units saying that I had a sprained ankle. Or arm. Or knee. Every other week. Especially on kickball and dodgeball days. And the days that we had to do situps. Or jumprope. Or running.
Or anything else that involved sweating.
I'm now reliving PE Hades.
And paying money to do it.
Lost.My.Mind.
I didn't mind PE except for the dreaded 600 yard run day. And I moaned and whined and thought I would EVERLOVIN' DIE before I made it around that track.
I was the one that ducked when the volleyball came my way. Oh and there was the time I smacked into a pole while running on the track. And I could never climb that dang rope.
OK...I'm over it!
This post spoke to my heart! I was a total PE stinker! Consistently being the last one picked for teams is rough on a girl. Field day = worst day of the year!! Presidential Fitness Test = nightmare of public humiliation!! The possibly ironic part? I was skinny, but weak and unfit.
In my quest to be a more athletic adult, I played on our church softball team for several years. I still have my "Most Improved" plaque. :-)
Look at all the PE non-likers! Where were you in elementary school?
I'm so glad I wasn't the only one who hated Field Day.
I remember scoliosis checks!! You know, I was chatting with some ladies recently at Bible Study, and nobody else remembered those. Nobody.
My theory is that we were part of some secret government program.
Darth was, in fact, at my middle school and high school track as well. Disguised as undiagnosed asthma.
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