|Here stands a rare specimen, the Stelaosaurus.|
Nothing good ever happens in gymnastics.
It was the Monday of a depressing January month. Every Monday meant a P.E lesson and today's serving consisted of 60 endless minutes of gymnastics. With a clip board in hand, our teacher led us to our
death I mean sport's hall. Like toddlers we sat, faces focused on the teacher and the rather attractive masculine assistant stood next to her. It was the day of vaulting. You know, that thing where you have to jump over these tall structures like your some sort of half human half horse.
Three lanes stood before my eyes. The first one, a tricky leap clearly needed to clear the vault. The second, a simple jump. Then the third, you know what let's not even go there.
I attempt the second lane, charging aggressive at the vault, leaping high of the ground and landing successfully upon the structure. I stare at the third lane and then look right back. Oh hell no. And then I look to the first lane and decide to jump the vault.
I clear it successfully the first time. And again the second but then it all just went down hill. Soon, walked over the clip board bearing teacher with the instructions that we must now clear the vault with a straddle jump. Uhh No.
So I attempt my great escape, speed walking my way out of the third lane, awkwardly positioning myself halfway between the first lane and second lane. Somehow, in some twisted turn of events I ended up in the third lane once again. Now with the encouraging words of my dear friends ( love ya'll) I was persuaded to jump the vault.
I charged, screaming like a true warrior and jumped, spreading my arms and legs mid leap. I unfortunately was not successful and landed with a thud upon the vault. I was in fact meant to jump over the vault without any contact other than my hands. There I sat, my legs entangled in the metal structure as I attempted to shuffle my way down. A tiny note- fabric against fabric causes friction, and friction isn't the best when you're trying to make a fast getaway. I was mortified. But I'm fine now, it's not like I'm forever traumatized or anything. * She shivers*
That dear reader, was the story of the Gym Incident.
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