THE INTER-HOUSE SPORTS

I’m not the best sports man you’ll see around, just an average athlete, I perform a little above par in most major sports excluding basketball (I really suck in that) and womanizing.
 It was that time of the year again, our annual inter house sport, the whole school was buzzing with band beats and screams of left right left right alt one two, guys with their shades on ready to scope anything scopable, the most fun part of it all was that three periods were out for the day, Math (didn’t do my assignment), biology and economics, missing those three subjects at a stretch was priceless to me.

I was dumped in green house, green house had the reputation of coming last always. Preparations were underway and I was tested for 100metres senior boy, as expected I came second to the last and couldn’t make the 100metre team, but managed to make the relay team. As part of the most senior students in the house, I cheered our runners, assisted the girls in perfecting their march past formation, and watched over our bag of pure water and glucose, at least I was useful in an aspect.

It was the heat day, the stage was set, the lines were re-drawn, the band beat was louder, and adrenaline was stinking. I couldn’t miss the front row for anything so I got to the field early and booked a seat. Suddenly I saw our house master running up and down looking as if he lost his future (sorry to say that, but he did look that terrible) he spotted me and ran up to my seat, he then told me I’ll have to stand in for one of our runners for the 200metre race who was absent, the other that could have replaced him was injured, he kept on talking but I couldn’t hear anything at this point, all I saw were his lips clapping.

I was psychologically, physically and emotionally not ready for this race, but I didn’t have a choice. I went to the back of a building and changed into a sportswear, as I made way for the starting line, I was pushed down by an imaginary bastard, stood up, dusted myself and got into position. At this point all I was looking at was the ass of the guy in front of me, #on your mats# the fastest runner in the school was running this race too, you needed to see how scared I was, It was as if I was going to be jailed if I ran that race, as this thoughts crept to my mind I heard #GOOOO#.

Giddyop, giddyop, giddyop, I saw no one in front of me as I swiped my hands and legs recklessly, made the first turn and still first in the race, I could hear myself say “you can do it”, green house members were screaming my name, made the second curve and still number one, my name was the shout of the minute, had covered like 130metres already and still first. At this point I could feel the pain banging my chest, my legs were as though I was wearing timberland boots, and my hands were as if I was holding a glass of water. The next thing I saw was the ass I had earlier stared at in my front getting smaller and smaller and tiny, then another ass flew by, then another was beside me, managed to steal a look at his face only to see all his teeth and neck veins hanging out, can be mistaken to be smiling awkwardly, the poor guy looked as if his scalp was hit with a club.

It felt as if a fan in my system stopped rolling. I realized I couldn’t qualify for the final event, so I decided to add another twist to the race and feigned a fall(Oscar winner for best pretentious act), concerned spectators shouted awwww, eeyah. I felt it was better to be pitied than to be laughed at.

At the end of the inter-house sport, green house was last just like green white green would perform in the Olympics, and at the end of the day I felt proud of myself, some said I could have been third if I didn’t fall, some said I was first for more than half the race, and I say I wouldn’t be writing this if I didn’t partake in that race.

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