Sport and I are notorious for having a love-hate relationship, although for the most part it tends to sway toward the ‘hate’ part.
I like sport, but it doesn’t like me. Even so, there comes a time at some point each year – normally when I have to run for the bus – when I realise how freakin’ unfit I am, huffing and puffing like I’ve run a marathon. Damn, let me tell you: if I didn’t walk up to school in the morning and down in the afternoon to get my bus, and if my form room wasn’t up four flights of stairs, I’d be screwed.
Ah, sport and I… we go back a long way. It all began by running screaming around the garden with my brother when we were two little kids. Yes, yes, good times. 
Now, my sporting skills are still somewhat basic. For example, in hockey, when I hit the ball… at this time, I am relieved for just a moment before I realise I accidently angled my stick so that
- a) the ball didn’t even go where I wanted it to,
- b) I trip over my stick (easier said than done), or
- c) I pass to an opposing player or score an own goal.
Yeah. So hockey isn’t my strong point.
You may have heard that there is a sport for everyone; which is possibly true. I like tennis (not when my serve is off and I hit people in random places; this is why I get the softer balls) and basketball – when, of course, I do not stumble over my own feet and flop to the ground whilst trying to do a lay-up shot.
My friends say my clumsiness is cute. I disagree. It’s embarrassing. I remember at my old school, on Sports Day, we did sack racing and I fell over countless times. By the end of it I had grass stains on my face and hands and knees. Or the egg and spoon race?
Let’s not go there.
So why the heck did I sign up for athletics club? 
Maybe because my parents are always telling me to join clubs like these because it will go on my CV and, when it comes to university, my application. Competition is so tough for a place nowadays that, as well as good grades, you should have things that make you appear interesting.
I hope they don’t get the wrong idea, because I am clumsy and sport and clumsy people do not go too well together. I’m going to go next Tuesday simply because my friends are going and you can choose what you do.
Thank gawd. No 800m, 1500m relays… and definitely no high jump. I don’t want to bring the bar down on my head this time, and I definitely don’t want to knock the posts supporting it over. Believe it or not, that hurt. 
I can picture the scene, actually… whilst I do hurdles and laugh at the amount I’ve knocked over (whilst secretly being very embarassed, of course), and my friends snigger in the background, all the very sporty people will be doing it with a fierce determination on their faces… which will make me feel immature.
Well, you only live once, eh. 
- Do you consider yourself to be a ‘sporty’ person?
- What sports do you like?
- Are you/were you in any teams?