I was the classic bookish school girl who hated PE. One of my earliest memories is of watching my primary school sports day from the tiny window of the locked loo cubicle where I’d hidden myself.
I loathed the cold. I was mortified by ‘cross country’ running round the local housing estate in red knickers. I was baffled by the fact that despite my scrawny build and long legs, I couldn’t run fast. And, oh yes, that I was so uncoordinated that when it was time for the scary, sporty girls to pick teams, I was actually offered to the opposing side.
In fact, those...
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