I hate the 12-minute run. Making us run around till we puke; oh, that’s a great way to gauge our fitness. At the very least, it will gauge whether or not we’re eating breakfast.
You’ve already assumed (if you know me) that I’m the shortest senior in my PE period. So while everyone gets to take long graceful strides during the run, I have to shuffle along comically on my short legs like a hobbit. It’s not dignifying.
At least this time, I didn’t collapse and accidentally lick the field house floor.
Hmm, short legs, a need to eat at least seven times a day… I don’t seem to recall any mention of hobbits loving pie though. So I guess the similarity ends there.
That’s what they said about benjamin disraeli.
But I’m not Jewish. Well, sort of.
And I’m actually shorter than Napoleon was.
at least you hit 5 feet tall little bro