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I'm not the least bit athletic. If a ball is coming right at me, what do I do? In most cases I will probably space out and get hit in the face or I might stupidly attempt to fling it to the side when I'm supposed catch it.(I get hit in the head in basketball alot, even though I'm not that tall at all!)
The one thing I'm good at, is soccer. But guess how much our school sucks?(I bet you can't!)We don't play soccer! We play everything BUT soccer. So, no soccer for Amy(Me).
So that means I have to make an idiot out of myself every fifth period trying to play football, volleyball, and/or the horrible game my coach invented:Speed Ball.
But we didn't to that today(11/17/10), we went to the ginormous(<--Is that a word?) but dusty thing we use for a track. We were going to d the horrid 12 Minute Run.....(Dun-Dun-Dun!!) This is how it works:
4 Laps: C
5 Laps: B
6 Laps: A
When Coach yells "Go!", that's what I do, full speed. "Hey, Amy, slow down!" "You're supposed to jog this one!"
"I wanna get an A!" I smirk over my shoulder.
But I can see TG, Darrell, and Hondo trying to catch up, obviously I was bruising their egos.
Why didn't I think "Pace yourself"? Soon, only halfway down the stupid track, I'm panting and practically wheezing. I make it to the line and Coach informs me that I need to 'jog' this one,too. Damn.
So I pitifully 'jog' the next lap, but what I'm really doing is just some kind of wierd bouncy walk-ish thing while I try to catch my breath. I make it over to the line again and I'm so relieved that I can walk because this lap is optional.
That' how it goes for the rest of the 12 minutes; jog 2, walk 1. I finish at 5 laps, a lousy B is all I have to show for what I did. My stomach is jumping around almost up to my throat and several of m friends look like they feel about the same, even though they only did 4.
We have to record what we got and then make it back to the showers and I'm not really sure how I managed that much. I only have enough energy to change back into my skinny-jeans, deciding that it would be alright to wear my gym shirt the rest of the 2 hours of school.
Everyone looked like they were dying. We were all panting, aching, coughing, messes. I hope coach decides we should do the Standing Long Jump next time.