Friday, January 31, 2014
Vindication 13 Years Later
I can still remember the demoralizing walk into the back wrestling room, where the lone bar hung on the wall. Each year my gym teacher would give me the thumbs up and then say, "Okay, Kate, your time starts now." And then the humiliation would begin. With a little help I would be placed on the bar and then for 60 seconds I would just hang there. For the first few seconds I would grunt and wiggle around, hoping momentum would somehow swing me up. Then, I would go into cursing my genetic pool of weak armed ancestors, who might have had the fortitude to walk across the United States for a better home, but in my book were really just a bunch of people with weak and useless appendages. From there I would go into denial. Sure my deltoid muscles were about to tear, and my arms were losing blood by the second, but I just knew this year was going to be different. It had to be different. And then, my gym teacher would say quietly, "Time. Sorry Kate. At least you'll get a 'Participating Award.'" A "participating award?" That was the worst because you know who else got the "Participating Award?" Yep, the fat kids, the handicap kids...and me.
So, listen up gym teacher, who's name I can't remember right now, but I'm sure you were slightly creepy, and THE PRESIDENT, pull ups are stupid. Even women, who most likely could kill me with their bare arms, even THEY can't do pull-ups! So, here's what we are going to do. I'm going to need three certificates awarding me the Presidential Challenge. I'm going to need a written apology and I would like the bar in the wrestling room ripped off the wall and burned. Maybe then, we can call it even.