Verbal High Fives

Historically I’ve never been all that flagrantly “sporty.” I once managed to successfully fall over and injure myself on a school sports day in the 100 meter hurdles… on the flattest part of the field… right at the beginning of the race... before I even reached the first hurdle. Ahem... I do not know where my unwavering aversion towards sports first began. Perhaps it’s rooted my synchronized swimming years (I so wish I was kidding right now). But I’m probably not keen on sports because the only physically demanding activity I ever excelled in as a teenager was “falling” - my personal best is 3 storeys.  So in my vocabulary, the terms ‘fun’ and ‘sport’ have only once harmoniously coexisted in the same sentence and that was in the summer of 1993 when I asked my school netball coach, “Can’t we just stop playing this sport now and rather do something fun?”  Nevertheless, I recently found myself voluntarily engaging in a sport of sorts. I went Clay Pigeon Shooting. Not b...