The good things about gym class
I, like I am sure many of you, hated gym class with a burning passion and was ecstatic when I was done with having to take them ever again. Actually, I didn’t hate gym class until I was in fourth grade, when the gym teacher singled me and several other fat kids out for extra gym classes and an “exercise worksheet” that I had to do at home (sit ups, push ups, stuff like that). Oh the shame of having to hang that thing on the fridge, not only as a visible reminder to the whole family that I was a fatty fat fatty, but also to remind me every time that I wanted to eat anything out of the fridge that I was a fatty fat fatty (hello eating disorder!).
But, I will admit it, there were a handful of times I actually enjoyed gym class. And the image below, found floating around teh intarwebz, illustrates this well.
Yes, even if the mile runs and jump roping and getting picked last for teams was completely traumatic (which it was) I have to admit, those parachutes and square scooters sure were fun.
What did you enjoy about gym class?