Reason # 872

Why I could never be an athlete: I don't like to be yelled at.

Where does this come from? Last night we went to watch our neighbor/friend play volleyball. She's a senior this year & it was Senior Night at her high school. They won in 3 straight games (much to my delight because I was hungry). The opposing teams coach seemed to be a bit of a witch. She just had that look about her. Then she started the pointing & yelling. That's when I said "That's another reason I couldn't be an athlete. When people yell at me it makes me more nervous & I'll just screw up more".  I used to say "That's why I'm NOT an athlete" to which Dean once commented "Oh really? THAT'S the reason why??" Which is how it got changed to "another reason". I know this probably isn't a conversation that most of you have with your husbands but we have it fairly often. I guess because we watch a lot of sports it comes up often. I see something happen that I don't like & I'm all "that's why blah blah blah".

I suppose the main reason that I'm not an athlete is that I'm awful at sports. Watching the volleyball game last night reminded me of my years & years of P.E. classes in school. I told Dean how much I hated when we played volleyball in P.E. because it hurt my arms. That made me think about how there was nothing that I liked about P.E. I absolutely HATED every last second of it. I remember in 5th grade we had to play golf. That was awful. The grass probably hasn't filled in yet from where I butchered it trying to hit that stupid little ball. In 6th grade my friend & I saw our 5th grade P.E. teacher at the Worlds Fair in New Orleans & he introduced us to some of his students as "the 2 laziest people I've ever taught".  Apparently, he confused total & complete lack of interest & skill to lazy.

Then there was softball. Good grief, another little ball. Not to mention I throw like a girl. I'm constantly reminded of that by my brother.

I even hated square dancing. Who wanted to dance with those nasty boys? Not me. YUCK! OH & then it was high school. We were going to learn CPR on a dummy. At the ripe old age of 14 I had absolutely ZERO interest in learning this skill. The thought of having to actually breathe into someone's mouth to save their life was, for lack of a better word, GROSS. I also remember being in lots of trouble for having an F in P.E. on my progress report because I wasn't doing CPR correctly so the dummy wasn't lighting up like it was supposed to when I saved it.  Don't even get me started on the "dressing out". Those P.E. outfits were AWFUL!! Not to mention it was very hard to take that t-shirt on & off without messing up my very big hair. It was the early 90's people, the hair was big & it was PERMED!!! Don't laugh.

So you see, athlete I am not! 

Toodles!