The time I realized I was not as fit as I thought i was

Ok so first things first (no i'm not the realest *rolls eyes*), I am a fitness freak only in my head. In real life, I only skip so I don’t get fat, plus with my eating habits, the skipping is just a formality.

Ever since I could remember, I liked running around: playing four corners at break time, then playing football with the boys after school, I used to be that sweaty girl.

So fast-forward to high school I was on the basketball team till the coach and I had a slight misunderstanding, no fault of mine, and I got kicked off the team.

Fast forward some more and I’m in University and I have decided to play basketball again so every evening I change, go to the court and put my life in a friends mean hands *insert scary haunted house music*

So the other night, he’s catching rebounds and passing the ball back and I’m getting tired so I begin to slow down (mistake number one) , he doesn't say anything so I get even slower and I just drop to the court, mabr3!

I finally get up (I’m still tired but I hate it when the sweat dries) and all of a sudden, the once direct passes are going to the other side of the court, he’s throwing them far away intentionally, I am forced to run after the balls….its hell.

I’m running back with the balls telling him to slow down but onti kraa, if you won’t run with the balls, you will run after them.

I start doing too known, running and all that but then I begin to feel my body slow down even more, it’s not responding and my head is aching and burning. (it’s a feeling we the non-fit people can relate to)

Finally I give up and just drop. I’m sitting there, in the middle of the court and the first thing that comes into my foolish mind as I look at the ball roll away is:

“Looking at how unfit I am, if I ever marry an athlete, I might get an aneurysm in bed and die, I wonder if it’ll it better be worth it though”