I was never the sporty type, although I was a pretty good scrapper and did well at Tae-Kwon-Do some time back. Yet I could never run fast or long, I couldn't throw shit for shit and I have never been able to hit, kick or catch a ball.
I used to be in the Air cadets some 15 years ago and to be allowed to the cool things like flying, absailing, and shooting guns and stuff you had to earn brownie points, and so one summer when an air cadet athletics competition gave me the opportuntity to to earn those brownie point's, I enetered.
Being a bit late to enter, there where only two competitions left to enter: the 100m and the 1,500 m so well, hey ho.
The event itself was held on some athletics pitch which had a single stand holding about 2,500 people, which was packed. And my 100m heat came about. I ran, I lost but regardless I still got the brownie points (All I had to do was show up) and only being 100m it was all over pretty quick (About 30 seconds for me probably
An hour or so after was my 1,500m heat which I "Ran", lost miserably but again there was me thinking to myself: "It was all worth it BR, you humiliated yourself in front of about 2,500 people but at least you get to fly in an RAF plane next week" and at least it's all over now.
So, there was me still trying to catch my breath, grateful that my ordeal was over and looking forward to reaping the rewards from the Brownie point's I had just earned, when over the Tannoy it was announced that I was a finalist for the 1,500 m......WHAT, I AM IN THE FINAL?



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I went down to the official's desk to have a word, after all in the last race I think that I actually held up the next race. And asked them: What do you mean I am in the final, I was lapped by every other runner in my heat?
The official then went on to explain to me that in each heat, the first four finishers went into the final and as luck happen in my heat the where only four fucking runners. I HAD TO THE THE FUCKING THING AGAIN!!!!!
My mate's tried to give me moral support by congratulating me on getting to the final, (Didn't work). And I begrudgingly stepped up to the start line... ready...go.....fire and off I trot.
I think that I lost in the final by a whole 2 laps, yet when I finally came into the final stretch at a wheezing saunter the entire 2,500 audience stood up and cheered/clapped me over the finishing line.
That is my finest sporting moment, and I scored extra Air cadet brownie points for representing my flight in the 1,500m final.
What's your's?