My Not So Interesting Life

Oh dear.

It ALWAYS happens to me doesnt it? Now most of you will have already heard slash SEEN about what happened. But yes, if i don't rant and whine on my own website whatever shall I do?!

But yes. SPORTS DAY.
Only happens once a year. And only once a year do I run. The Stowe 4 by 100 relay team has not altered since Year 7 and we rose , LIKE A PHOENIX, from the proverbial ashes.
We ended our final year in second place. Much love to Beans, Danielldo and Georgous (the best first, second and last legs I could ever wish for :) )

Anway - ENOUGH SMOOSHINESS!
Time for me to tell you of my humiliation.

For the first time ever, i entered a race OTHER than that of the relay (thanks to Danielldo's "hurt puppy we cant have NO ONE entering!" face. And that my friends was the 400m race.

It didnt look too good when I arrived this morning having completely FORGOTTEN that it was Sports Day, hence turning up in a swish skirt and high heel wedges. Zoe, One. School Spirit, Nil.

However, our darling Danielle had brought spare shoes, socks and .... the smallest pair of shorts in the WHOLE OF CHRISTENDOM.
Bugger.

And THEN, i got told that the 400m was in fact, not a "pace yourself, pace yourself, leisurely jog" race that I thought it was. Apparently it was quote "more of a slow SPRINT"
Bugger.

And dont you just hate it before you race, that horrible feeling inside you? Its like someone using your stomach as a trampoline. And wearing a pointy shapr hat. A wizards hat....

First came the 400m. I got in my lane. Eventually. Georgeous was shouting last minute instructions, something along the lines of "START SLOW THEN FUCKING RUN!!!"

Helpful...
And bam, the race started.
G was shouting "SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN! PACE YOURSELF!"
And so i followed suit. Ergh, i REALLY should have warmed up properly..... actually, it wouldnt really help as I havent run since last year, so meh.

And turning the bend, I'm thinking, okay pace myself.... (I was singing TBS in my head, which was weird to say the least)
Going up the straight. Hey, this isnt so bad. Lets speed up a tad now.
Third bend. Hey, I'm doing quite well. Moz shouts a "GO ZO!" as I run past (oh the joys of being in the inner lane!)
I feebly shout "ARGH" back, but realise that my talking is throwing my little song in my head off course.
Last Bend. Keep running, just keep running. Hey, this is pretty cool - I'm actually okay at this!
Final straight - EEEEEEEE I'm in the front! I'v images of "Run Forest Run!" in my head.

And then it happens.

What happens you say?
Oh the suspense!

Literally about 50m away from the finishing line. So close! And so much energy in me! At the risk of soudning like I actually LIKE running..... I could have run a bit more. And then some!

Okay, thats scary but yes what happens?

Well, the same thing that always happens

I fell.

I hear a general intake of breath from the crowd.
I hear G shouting "ARGH!"
I hear myself shout "Bollocks!"

But no, Im a fighter! I'm so close to the end - I could still ACTUALLY win this!
So i get up.

And then all the blood rushed to my head
I ran in a sort of "straight" line for about 5m
And then I fell.
Again.

And then the feet of several long limbed athletes thunder pass.
And Miss Arber is already at my side.
I'm begging for her to let me finish the race, as I see the rest of the runners cross the finish line.

*cue DRAMA*
She mistook my tears of frustration for tears of pain as she said "Dont worry Zoe, just put your head between your knees and we'll get someone to check out your knees"

Charlotte runs up. I'm actually crying. Partly from shock. Partly from pain. Partly from being SO CLOSE to actually just finishing. Partly from the fact that my head is being forced down.

And then I see my knees.

BOLLOCKS.

Lol, anyways the end of the story goes, I couldnt finish my race as the whole affair ended up with my collapsed on the sidelines complaining in general. My first race, ironically, my last race that I find out that I'm not so bad at middle-distance running.

So its off to Miss Moran - who knows me by now. (Remember the time i fell into the bush as scarpered up my knee?)

And then BACK ONTO THE FIELD FOR THE RELAY!
*does the happy dance*
(that is after my legs went again after running the third leg - apologies to Smelly Mac - my crutch lol)

Happy times now. Stowe comes overall..... well... FIRST.

Thats right!! STOWE actually came first in a sporting event! How is that even possible?!?!
Meh! I say!

And yes my dear Stowe Folk "We ARE THE CHAMPIONS my friends! DUH DUH! And we'll keep on FIIIIIIIIGHTING *screech* til the end! Duh nuh nuh nuh!"

*lights to fade*
*curtain goes down*