Sports & Me

When I was young I was always the kid who would pull a sickie every time we had a sports day. I couldn't bat a ball to save my life. Or kick one. Or throw one. There was a girl in my class with a severe limp who could run faster than me. Every time 2 captains were chosen to select kids for their teams, I was one of the last to be chosen. Me and the nerd with the wobbly knees. In elementary years, we were introduced to netball. It was then that I found the one sport that liked me. And I was good at it, or so I fancied. All throughout high school I played netball, and it kept me lingering on the better side of obesity. I stopped playing after I had my first child. The second and third came soon after (in case you didn't hear about my pregnancy track record), and I've only just now picked it up again.

The few (two) netball players in our office put together a netball team for the season. After my first game, I had to see the doctor about my back. And my shoulder. And my knee. The doctor trying his best to be as diplomatic as possible said "My dear, it seems you have a case of 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak'." In other words, "keofren, you're FAT. F-A-T FAT. Get it through your head and stop trying to do a Monica Gerrard on the court." Needless to say, our team didn't win a SINGLE game during the season.

Until now. We've got a mixed team for one of the business house tournaments. We've won 5 games out of 6, AND are top of our pool. No more shoulder ache. Or back ache. Or Fia-Van-Dyke ache. And I'm back to playing like I was in 6th Form (plus 20kgs). To hell with the doctor, I've still got IT.