I tried soccer for a season in fifth grade, a miserable several months in which I was to endure humiliation every Saturday, followed by a baggie of sliced oranges, a Kudos bar and a Squeeze-It.
Welcome to Phase 1 of 3 of My Awkward Stage. Comfy?
Then there was swimming, which I was better at but still not fantastic, which I did the summers after the 6th and 7th grades.
Summer after 6th: Phase 2 of My Awkward Stage.
Summer after 7th: And now tapering off into Phase 3, the final stage. (That is, until I over-plucked my eyebrows my sophomore year and My Awkward Stage started over again. But that's a whole different post.)
During high school, I took a big hiatus from all things athletic. I was too busy being a hippy and kissing my boyfriend.
College rolled around the Freshman 15 hit. I went to the RB (the workout room at BYU) a couple of times, but all I really did was half-heartedly do the StairMaster and pretend to read a magazine while I stared at boys.
To be continued...
5 comments:
Those swimming pictures are classic. I have far too many of those. Why must they pose us at that angle? Seriously!?
Kissing your boyfriend? I don't remember that. Does he have a name?
You are a riot! I love your long golden locks in the last picture! What beautiful hair!!! Your "awkward" stage was much nicer to you than most! I can't wait to read the rest...
it makes me so happy to see that you had an awkward stage like the rest of us. when i met you i remember thinking you must have been born perfect and cool. loved the escapades through athleticism. glad i got to be there for the college ones :)
the swimming pics remind me of Sue. I think she gave me one of her annual swimming pics from 4th grade on. They're in a box somewhere, awaiting to rear the embarassing head on her wedding day. Haha, jk. Maybe.
Love these pics. You are too hot.
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