Wednesday, January 11, 2012

It's Like Some Sort Of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Regarding Dodge Ball

Husband and I have started exercising, after a long period of too many sweets and too many trips to McDonald's.  As our jiggly guts can attest, it's hard to resist the siren's song that is McDonald's french fries.

Irresistible bastards.

Working out with him is actually enjoyable. We both motivate each other to get off our fat butts, and I can honestly say that if not for him, I'd still spend my nights sitting on the couch eating Fritos.  But every now and then I have flashbacks to my days of high school gym class.  It's like some sort of post traumatic stress disorder regarding dodge ball.

You're doomed. DOOMED!!!

I’ve made no bones about the fact that I hated gym class.  So you can imagine how thrilled I was junior year on the last day of mandatory gym class, EVER.

To celebrate the fact that most students wouldn’t take the optional senior year gym class, the teachers went old school and let us play dodge ball.

Displaying my usual athletic prowess, I spent the hour standing by the bleachers chatting to friends when WHAM a dodge ball smacked me right in the face, hard enough for me to see stars for several minutes.

The boy who threw the ball was more distraught than I.  He was a nice guy, and knew I wasn’t really playing the game.

But I still used the dodge-ball incident as an excuse to change out of my gym clothes, and spend the rest of the period sitting on the bleachers.

So really, it was one of the best gym classes ever.   


Fox in the City said...

Yippee for the whole getting back to exercise thing!

Anonymous said...

Damn. I can see the McDonald's arches over the building across the street. I can smell them making fries.

I'm doomed.

Lizbeth said...

You totally have to go and rent the movie Mr. Woodcock. It has Billy Bob Thorton and he's a gym teacher...that's all I'm saying.

Angela@BeggingTheAnswer said...

@Fox in the City - thanks for the encouragement :)

@Joshua - resist! RESIST!

@Lizabeth - Hehehehe.... woodcock

Anonymous said...

I'm eating the salad I made this morning. And sesame & flax crackers.

Vapid Vixen said...

Oh my god! I totally just pictured the whole thing going down in slow motion.

Angela@BeggingTheAnswer said...

@Joshua - sounds healthy!

@Vapid Vixen - I know, in retrospect it was like that!

Janie Jones said...

Oooh. Horrifying flashbacks! I Hated dodge ball. Yes, I meant capital H hate. Thankfully it left the gym class curriculum in 6th grade back in my day, but we also had separate girls and boys gym class after 6th grade. Except, ironically, for the one class you'd want to have separate, freshman and sophomore swimming. Now I am going out to rebury the memories in a Big Mac and supersize fries, because I tell you there was no room in those boy's speedos for a rabbit.

Marianna Annadanna said...

i HATED gym class. But dodgeball is fun. Except having to pretend I'm at all athletic. That part is brutal.

Angela@BeggingTheAnswer said...

@Janie - we had a swimming unit, but I don't think the guys were required to wear speedos, so there's that.

@Marianna - dodgeball is NOT fun. Not for me, anyways.