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trampling up the hill with my greatest might, while the rest of the athletics team were nowhere in sight. Great I thought, I was left behind for the fifteenth time since the first day I stepped onto the training ground. It was pretty obvious and understandable, as I was the e act opposite of !athletic" while the rest of the team were robust or at least fit enough to ma#e sense out of people when they said they are one of them. $till, I #ept going step by step up the hill with sweat pouring down my chubby nec# , but without any thoughts of giving in. %atching from the sidelines of our training ground, some might giggle, laugh or even tell me that I was not meant to be in this team of outstanding athletes. There was no doubt that I was the slowest in the team, but giving in was never what I had in mind. I #ept on telling myself that every team and race always has its fastest and its slowest, there is nothing we should be proud or ashamed of. I remember witnessing &ai 'hun (o, the only (ong )ong runner who graduated from my school
I was so used to being the ugly duc#ling that I began to li#e being one. Although it indeed was a bit embarrassing to be assisted while getting up the chin up bar, but at least I receive a significant amount of attention and help. After every second I endured through the fitness e ercises, I heard sounds of ama*ement, encouragement or even approval.
+All seventh graders are re,uired to ta#e part in the interhouse athletics heats.+ The moment these words reached my ears, it was li#e being informed that a storm is coming my way. Imagine an overweight #id against a group of semi-professional athletes in a one hundred meter sprint, that would be an utterly pathetic picture.