How I hated P.E.!
Oh, the embarrassment of jumping “over” the horse…only to get stuck on it.
No one would listen to a wee lassie, “You’ll be fine”, “You’ll soon master it”.
They lied.
Cross country running? Dear God, it was a form of torture.
How can you possibly look good in a pair of brown shorts, a shapeless Aertex shirt and trainers?
Short answer: you can’t.
I needed heels, I still need heels; even today I do not own a pair of trainers.
I decided in second year there would be no more P.E.
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