Bugger

[edithmatilda]

Just went bowling with Paul. Now granted, sleep deprivation and fluiness do not make for excellent sporting prowess, but my inability to lift a size eight bowling ball (the size used by a badass vampire on Demons, much to my amusement) properly was pretty troubling. And then the throwing. Oh, the throwing. I hurt myself on the ten and had to switch

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[twofootsmall]

Maybe we should encourage each other with the Wii Fit. I can't summon up the motivation right now (read: since December).

[edithmatilda]

I shall start encouraging as soon as I have the energy. *flops on to couch in pitiful heap*

[diarytypething]

School PE lessons are possibly one of the worst influences on society's general level of fitness because all that most people learn from them is that exercise is rubbish. The only things they ever teach are a narrow range of competitive team sports, and gymnastics - it's enough to put you off for life. If you're a fat kid there's no way you're going to get enthused about exercise if your only experience of it is the one hour a week where a tracksuit-wearing sadist makes you do handstands and go in the bottom layer of the human pyramid. It's almost as if they're *trying* to humiliate the ones who aren't good at competitive sports. Then there's the issue of what it does to teenagers' body image; I shudder to think of the damage that was done in the swimming lesson where one of the girls looked up from the edge of the pool and announced that "Marcus Aubrey's got no pubes".

[edithmatilda]

What I mainly learned from school sports lessons was that people did not like me. The thing where I was laughably shit at all the sports was pretty much secondary, and would not have been such a big deal had I been among friends rather than people who thought I was shit. PE got to be a lot less rubbish when I could choose to run a hundred very slow metres while talking to the girl in the next lane, but I suspect the trauma was sufficiently ingrained by then.

Oh, and then there were my Unshaveable Legs. That was fun too.

Argh, shall stop this comment before it becomes WAAH MY CHILDHOOD SUFFERING for several hundred words. Am too tired to be trusted with a computer I think.