Following a fluke
My favourite sport in the world would have to be long jump. The sprint for your life running into the final jump into the air, throwing all you can across a strip of sand with the shear hope you land forward, but all is forgotten as the exilleration flies through you.
This I love to do, not that I was any good at it, similar to high jump. I'm around one and a half meters tall, which is around the average height of a full grown year 8 at the end of the year, and I have no chance in sport what so ever since I've destroyed my bones already, but I still feel like I want to try for, or at least train for competetive field events like this. My life so far, which may seem young still, has always been a failure but I have always held of two things that I achieved myself - with slightly exagerated memories of how I felt. To understand this, you need to know I came from a migrant chinese background where I am the first generation in Australia. Hence tuition in maths and maybe english is so much more important than playing soccer, hockey or basketball with other children after school. Thus, all my acedemic achievements were only possible if I had someone holding my hand. But when I did long jump and high jump in year 6, I proved to myself that I was better than just a monkey with a pencil (soon to be monkey with a cigarette and a typing machine). I've kept those third ribbons ever since.
I am so un-co now-a-days. I swear I could have cleared the height of 1 m when I was in year 6, but the irony, all those years I kept trying and never making the top 4, I did without even making the bar. Yes, today I made it into the zone, but only on default. I wish our school would let us train, teach us how to compete in field events again, it would prevent so much injuries that do happen, and no one in the older grade remember how they are performed. I guess out school thought it wasn't important for seniors to participate. I should have taken the hint.
Sometimes I feel like taking the gap year and focusing on myself physically. Get a physio, and learn a sport. And maybe I can have another chance at long jump and high jump. Have a propper trainner and learn the right techniques. Maybe meet new people and learn how to manage a healthier lifestyle other than sedentary.
I am still glad, I finally made it to Zone. I wish I can perform better and see more, but this would be my stop, since I can't make it over 1 meter. For long jump, I will never be able to enjoy ever again in my life unless I try to pursue it during my gap year. My school years are slowly ending with the last swimming carnival, the last athletic carnival, and the last cross country.
This I love to do, not that I was any good at it, similar to high jump. I'm around one and a half meters tall, which is around the average height of a full grown year 8 at the end of the year, and I have no chance in sport what so ever since I've destroyed my bones already, but I still feel like I want to try for, or at least train for competetive field events like this. My life so far, which may seem young still, has always been a failure but I have always held of two things that I achieved myself - with slightly exagerated memories of how I felt. To understand this, you need to know I came from a migrant chinese background where I am the first generation in Australia. Hence tuition in maths and maybe english is so much more important than playing soccer, hockey or basketball with other children after school. Thus, all my acedemic achievements were only possible if I had someone holding my hand. But when I did long jump and high jump in year 6, I proved to myself that I was better than just a monkey with a pencil (soon to be monkey with a cigarette and a typing machine). I've kept those third ribbons ever since.
I am so un-co now-a-days. I swear I could have cleared the height of 1 m when I was in year 6, but the irony, all those years I kept trying and never making the top 4, I did without even making the bar. Yes, today I made it into the zone, but only on default. I wish our school would let us train, teach us how to compete in field events again, it would prevent so much injuries that do happen, and no one in the older grade remember how they are performed. I guess out school thought it wasn't important for seniors to participate. I should have taken the hint.
Sometimes I feel like taking the gap year and focusing on myself physically. Get a physio, and learn a sport. And maybe I can have another chance at long jump and high jump. Have a propper trainner and learn the right techniques. Maybe meet new people and learn how to manage a healthier lifestyle other than sedentary.
I am still glad, I finally made it to Zone. I wish I can perform better and see more, but this would be my stop, since I can't make it over 1 meter. For long jump, I will never be able to enjoy ever again in my life unless I try to pursue it during my gap year. My school years are slowly ending with the last swimming carnival, the last athletic carnival, and the last cross country.
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