The other day while I was at school talking to the PE teacher lady. To quote Dave Barry…I swear I’m not making this up…she deflected no less than seven volleyballs that were flying towards my head. I have tripped, fallen and been run into (by the kids in class) so much that PE teacher lady now calls me “Twinkle Toes”.
You see, part of my new job is to go to gym class and help adapt the activities for a young woman (we’ll call her Sandy and this is definitely NOT her name) with downs syndrome. However, I never played organized sports growing up and my own PE career was decidedly lack luster. Why?…because I am a human disaster magnet.
But still, I love my new job. It’s wonderful. We have a blast. Well, most of the time…Then there are the times that I generally fall down, get hit in the head with a foot ball, have one of the soccer players trip over me, or walk backwards into the propped open gate. Sally just absolutely falls apart laughing. The last time I fell down I had been jogging backwards egging her on…
…you see it was a fitness day, and we were wearing heart monitors, and we were trying to get into our target heart rate zones. Sally wasn’t having any of it- she kept saying,
“I can’t!”
“Yes you can! C’mon Sally lets say it together: ‘Yes We Can!” (Thanks Barack.)
“I can’t”
Splat!
There I was, rolling on the track, clutching my just-been-healed-from-a-chippy-bone-this-summer ankle…trying not to say, “Son of a biscuit! Holy Snapdragons! and GOD BLESS AMERICA!” And there was Sally just yukkin’ it up. I must have looked really fierce at that moment because when I yelled from my supine position “GET MOVING!!!!!” that girl took off at a dead sprint.
Awesome.
Oh cruddy cookies here comes another volleyball. It’s only a matter of time before I get a black eye.
