As a child, I was never particularly interested in sports. I didn’t play sports, I didn’t watch it, and I didn’t know much about it, nor did I care to, for that matter. I vaguely remember taking part in a few sack races for sports day or during P.E. class, but that was it. Later on, while in high school, the disinterest didn’t change much. However, during the Olympics, I would watch gymnastics, diving and a few of the field events. I attended sports day at school mainly to hang out with my friends and occasionally cheer for my house. When I started university, I was almost back to square one. I had no business participating in sports events, but if I hadn’t, I would not be able to write about it now. Keep reading to find out how one impulsive decision turned into a hilarious and slightly painful memory.
