Sports' Day

A SUNDAY STORY.


Wake up in the morning feeling so bermoral. Okay not really. Just that the annoying phrase from our class cheer is really hard to shake off.

Wake up in the morning(NOT feeling bermoral).
Eat?
Message friends.
You guys going to sports day?
Apparently not.
Fine. I shall stay and sleep.
Mum nags. Fine, fine i'll do the laundry.
Bro goes off to the stadium.
Ahh, bed. So comfy.
Almost asleep.
Phone rings.
What the shyte?
My alarm, probably.
Wait, i have no alarms on Sundays.
Oh crap.


Drags self out of bed.
Answers the phone.
ESTHER!
Er, yes?
Wow, so noisy. Can barely hear a thing.
Whose this?
DAMIAN.
Oh NO.
Where are you??
.. at home?
COME TO THE STADIUM NOW.
.. why???
You're running the relay race!
...



i am?
O.O




LOL. Seriously. What a way to drag someone to the stadium.
Especially after that person thinks we're not even participating in any relay race.


So i did what any jackun would do as last minute preparation. Flung on my sports clothes, stuffed my feet into my runners and rushed off to the stadium. Awesome.

Oh well, there's not going to be a next time anyway, so might as well give it your all, right?



This was my fabulous reward for being awesome enough to rush. Yep, this lump of metal.

Had we ended up medal-less i would have burned my Kasturi shirt in my backyard. :D


And finger painting was part of the programme too! :D

P.S I ran with my name streaked down my leg. Whether it looked ridiculous i have no idea, but at least i didnt look like i'd dipped my face into an entire barrel of green paint. :D


Worth it? It was okay. And no, it wasnt pleasant being woken up from your sleep and hustled into the stadium by Damian yelling into your ear to get your butt in there now. Like, lol.



But thats also what makes it so memorable. :)