I did track this one time in first grade.
My coach was too much of a hardass to recognise that me breathing that heavily and asking to just please stop for a minute and being four laps behind everyone else were signs of a serious problem, so I wound up having an asthma attack.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistAny sport I wound up playing turned into track, since it consisted of me running up and down the field with nobody passing anything to me.
Except skating and swimming. There are no teams to ignore you in those, and no running, so I wound up being good at them.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistMartial arts will always be best sport.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I don't remember much of the days when I did sports.
I have vague memories of going to the actual- Gymnastics- YMCA when I was under the age of 10 I think.
There's also some memories of doing Trampolining and I was Okay at it.
Soccer once, don't remember being particularly good at it.
Other than that- Juijitsu was one thing for a time.
So was Swimming at some young age.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI got kicked out of the Girl Scouts.
We were on a camping trip, and apart from being generally shunned from any conversation due to not wanting to talk about Nsync and the Disney Channel, I wound up throwing a tantrum because we were sitting around making bookmarks out of felt and glitter, and all the boys ten metres over were learning how to make a campfire.
Girls can do anything boys can! As long as it's not men's work. Now shut up and pass the glitter.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Well.
I had a morning off last Friday, technically.
Going to a UCAS convention.
Picking up an ungodly amount of University prospectuses.
Killing my shoulder in the process.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post