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A History of Sports With Heather

Historically, I have always been the worst when it comes to being athletic. (Outside of the fact that I walk constantly, an average of three miles a day, seven days a week, and at a relatively fast pace.) Let’s chart some of my greatest hits, shall we?

2nd grade: Presidential Fitness Test Monkey Bars Mishap

You had to climb all the way up the top of the monkey bars and hang on for four minutes. Two minutes with your head resting on your hands clenching the bar, two minutes just dangling. A combined fear of heights and lack of upper body strength had me crying my way out of these, but this particular test was noteworthy because a kid in my class fell off and the paramedics had to come out and take him to the hospital. THE HOSPITAL. And then my teacher being the jerk she was, continued to make the rest of us climb that damn bar and hang. She also yelled at me for trying to cry my way out of it. (Didn’t even try to hold my legs for me like my 1st grade teacher did…)

4th grade: My First and Last Ballet/Dance Class

This worked out surprisingly well but at the time my parents only had one car and my Dad’s work schedule changed so every afternoon we would drive downtown to pick him up and go home after. No dancing shoes were bought for Heather. Instead, I got to watch my brother Earl get carsick on a regular basis and the section 8 housing grow outside of my car window the deeper into downtown we got.

5th Grade: Volleyball (I Got This!)

I have a secret that not many people know about beyond my middle school class and that secret is that I rock at volleyball.

When I was in the fifth grade, my parents forced me to join an after school sport. I never forgot how they approached me about it either, sitting me down and sternly telling me it was mandatory. As though I were in trouble for an actual problem. But they told me I needed to choose between track or volleyball and since I hate running with a burning passion in my heart, I choose the one most likely to break my glasses.

I did exceptionally well at volleyball, particularly when it came to serving. I had an excellent serve. The first time the ball flew over the net, it was majestic. It was empowering. It was poetry in motion. It was something that the other team didn’t expect from me, the girl sneaking two pieces of non-allowed jewelry on the court. Because nobody expected it, nobody was prepared and the points started rolling in. Whenever I served, people didn’t know whether to scoot close to the net or get back. I never gave any indication as to whether my serve would be strong or on the lighter side either.

My method with serving was simple. I took a lot of pent-up anger out on the ball. Get a bad grade on a math quiz? BOOM! My brother stealing my GameBoy again? BOOM! Some girl in my class teasing me (presumably who was also on the team too?) Envision the ball as her head and BOOM! It was awesome. I was in the zone, man, during the practices and the games. This was my time!

And then I got kicked off of the team. The funny part here is that this wasn’t my fault, but my parents’. They found out that the game schedule was predominantly at schools in the county areas and refused to drive me. (Also a lot of the parents were pretty volatile during these games and would regularly lose their shit if their kids lost.) And I was 11. I was powerless when it came to transportation and depended on them for the rides. So I talked with the coach and I was done. Sad day. But the nice thing was that my serve would continue to come in handy during class retreats and camping outings.

6th/7th grade: Soccer Mania

In which my ex-best friend (who was a freakish sports nut) and I were really into kicking the ball around. Every girl was. It was the Brandi Chastain effect in full swing. Minus whipping my shirt off because I still had zero chest at the time.

High School: The Dead Cheerleader Dream

I really wanted to be a cheerleader when I was in high school, but my school charged each girl $500 to join the squad. Isn’t that some shit? I would have been a strange cheerleader though, what with the fact that I was going through a phase that involved a lot of black eyeshadow, fishnet sleeves, and perpetual frown on my face at all hours.

I did take an aerobics course and really liked it though. Mostly because I got to gossip with my friends and they played a lot of Seal and early ’90s songs.

College/Grown Up Life: Pilates v. Walking

I did pilates in college. I also did hot yoga for a minute there. Both of which I had the worst time with because both activities require you to be reaching into your center and discovering your own inner peace. You’re supposed to turn the world off and disappear into yourself. I could never do this. I was always “that girl” in the class who argued bitterly about not being able to bring in her phone and was daydreaming about what I’d eat next.

Walking made me find my center, funnily enough, and it still does. I’ve been an avid walker since, well, since I could walk pretty much. I do it every morning and every evening. It’s my way of focusing and waking up in the AM and if I’ve had a particularly busy day at work, it helps me to let loose any steam in the evening.

The Forrest Gump of walking,
HT

Jan 10, 2012

Getting to Know Me

Currently I have about 4 half-written drafts in my folder that I was planning to post here but for whatever reason, this has not been a happening thing. Lazy, thy name doth Heather. Except I’m really the furthest thing from being a couch bum around. Right now, I’m buried in a mound of work, all of it cool. I got another blogging outlet to write with which is really exciting! I’m meeting my editor at Betty for the first time ever this Friday for an event with HBO. I have some cool Giggles on the way and at my big kid job, everything is going swimmingly. As to be expected, sleeping isn’t really happening all that much but I have a 4 day weekend coming right up so the r&r is coming!

Sometimes I feel like blogging is where you only present the best parts of yourself. The photos you photoshop the best, the words you’ve edited beforehand. Is it ever spontaneous? Does it ever expose a portion of yourself that you don’t want out there in the open? The best parts of yourself are always great to see but the nitty gritty and general weirdness is something I am forever into.

I made a list of 10 things you might not know about me. For a very, very slim number of people reading this they may already know some of these things but hopefully I surprise here and there. May my weirdness and occasional bouts of coolness endear me forever to you.

1. Growing up, I was obsessed with the last Tsar of Russia Nicholas II and his family. I read everything I could about them as often as possible. I was probably the only little girl who ever watched the animated version of “Anastasia” and would complain loudly that that was not how the Romanov family died in the end. It is a lifelong dream of mine to travel to Russia and visit all of their homes. Tsarskoe Selo, Livadia by the Crimea Sea, Ekaterinberg (though I would probably cry there).

2. Whenever I feel unfulfilled in some aspect of my life, I create a fictional character or place inside of my head to write about who will fulfill this for me. For example, as a little girl I always wanted a real life version of The Secret Garden of my very own. Often times when I write a story, there will be a garden or a greenhouse in it for this very reason.

3. Hands-down, the two things I hated the most growing up included yardwork and being a Vacation Bible School instructor. When I say yardwork, I’m talking about cutting down branches from trees, wheelbarrowing out leaves, cleaning out gutters, snow shoveling, raking, etc. As far as Vacation Bible School went, being an instructor to kids for an entire month who demanded Otter Pops nonstop, would not sing along, and hogged all the good crayons was also a different kind of hell, but one that was preferred over yardwork in a heartbeat.

4. My favorite ride at Disneyland is Pirates of the Caribbean. I love the way it smells.

5. I laugh when people get into arguments. For whatever reason I find it hilarious. Once upon a time when I worked at Subway, I worked with a coworker who used to spend all of her time screaming into a phone talking with her boyfriend about child support and I would laugh so hard I would have to run to the bathroom and do it there. Once she caught me laughing and I immediately made up some kind of lie involving hiccups. That bitch was crazy. She’d been in jail. She’d knife you. Even the boss’ son was terrified of her.

6. I am suspicious of people who do not believe that Spring Break is a week-long holiday.

7. In the 5th grade, my parents forced me to join an after school sport. This is the first and last time this has ever happened in my life. I had a choice between track and volleyball and since I hate running, I went with volleyball. In volleyball, I discovered I had the perfect serve and became a pretty major point-scorer on the team. Unfortunately, I wound up getting kicked off because my parents wouldn’t drive me out to the millions of counties after school every day for the games. After this happened, I remember getting into writing, like hardcore into it.

8. I have always wanted to dye my hair red, but I love being a brunette so much that this dream may never come to pass.

9. As weird as this sounds, I have always liked my Catholic high school skirt uniform. That was really the best day of the entire four years I went there: the day my mom and I bought my skirts.

10. I have a big thing for PBS programming. Especially Masterpiece Theater.