I cannot tell you the lengths I would go to get out of PE at school. I absolutely fucking hated it. Even in primary school. For as long as I can remember I’ve had weight issues. I’m sure this can’t possibly be true but I cannot ever remember not being overweight. Luckily, I went to nice school and I was never severely bullied for it like some people, but I was definitely self-conscious from a very early age and never developed the love of sport my Dad had.
I remember being the last kid at the back of the pack during cross country running, walking with stitch. Ugh, makes me sad to think about it. It wasn’t that my parents didn’t try to make me do things. I was just way into drama and didn’t give a fuck about making myself exercise. Then at around age 10 I was diagnosed with a condition called Osgood Schlatter’s disease which is super common in kids who grow really quickly, like I did, and it put an end to any hopes of finding a sport I liked. One day, I got an acute inflammation in my left knee and my leg was put into a cast from ankle to hip! I’m not sure for how long, it must have been several weeks and I had to go to physio to walk properly again I remember that. These days I believe the treatment is different but after that I was given a lazy child’s golden ticket - a doctor’s note that said I was permanently not to do PE unless it was swimming. *shudders* A chubby teenager’s worst nightmare.