gym nationals
dian chun offers some advice
okay so artistic is over and rhythmic is on. train hard or go home, people. while walking out of the sports hall earlier, clara wanted to go say hi to mdm ma which thankfully, we avoided doing after i reminded her of that one fateful training day in sec 4 when i, out of mischief (read: pretending to be a soccer player), gave a gym ball a mighty kick and it cannonballed from one end of the gym to the other, hitting mdm ma squarely on the forehead before rebounding to my end again from the impact. her head actually snapped back from the forceful blow i dealt her. dear old mdm ma said it was okay and not to fret about it, but i don't think it really is okay because one does not easily forgive - or forget - an angsty teen for smacking one in the face with a gym ball, especially within 5 seconds of being hit. and as such, i will continue to scuttle quickly away when i see her. hmm guess it was all good forfeiting gym for cheer and high jump. made the scuttling less frequent than what would have been.
but i must say i was quite amazed by my aiming skills (or lack thereof). i mean, what are the chances?
mm. that and other instances of comic ingenuity, of which i shall not elaborate on here but in someplace more private to save myself and former teammates from potential embarrassment. miss gym very much. O, for the days of yore! |
