Yes, it was that time of the year again; a day for high-necked, badly cut brightly coloured t-shirts, cycling shorts, me embarrassing myself and warrior paint. Sports day. I cannot really decide whether I enjoy this day or not... Yes, I enjoy the 'house spirit' and, erm, friendly competitiveness of the day, but it is all really worth a few hours of pretty much just sitting there? But we have fun...
My race this year was 200m. Year seven saw me triumph in first place with the win of hurdles, but that victory was short lived and did not continue with the year eight hurdles. This year, however, was going to be different and I was not going to put myself through the fear of, number one, being slow, and number two, falling, and the consequent nerves. This year, I was just going to put myself through one type of fear - being slow - after kindly offering to do the 200m since no one else would. Perhaps I should have been a little more clever to catch onto the reason of why no one would do it? But, most unfortunately, I did not. 200m, I have decided, using my obvious sporting knowledge, is the worst distance as it is a sprint, but a long sprint.
Regardless of all of the above, I think, mostly, that, yes, it is an enjoyable day, especially because it also comes with the added bonus of, more than, a half day off. We kept up the annual tradition of seeing a movie - I say tradition, but it has only really happened once before, last year, and, collectively, we cannot even remember back to year seven to confirm whether this could actually be a two year long tradition - and decided on Toy Story 3. After a little bit of reservation of excitement about the viewing, I was very pleasantly surprised! It was an entertaining watch: a shame the theatre was filled with rowdy teenage boys (I felt more sorry for the small children who had probably spent their whole month looking forward to this very 108minutes).
What I wore:
Tan shoes - Office
Trousers - Forever 21
Green lace bandeau - Urban Outfitters
Khaki jumper - Primark
Headband - Vintage
I type this with my hair in a towel-turban about to fall asleep to then wake up at 4.15am and coach-it to Belgium avec mes amies! A bientot!