Doesn’t matter how minor or unimpressive.
I won my school sports day sack race in year 5 and I’m still living off that high.
I won a potato and spoon race in year 2. The instructions they gave said if we dropped the potato we should run to where it was and put it back on the spoon so I flicked the potato to the finish line and ran and collected it and won by an absolute mile.
That is some epic shithousery. Bravo.
Best was coming second in a non-competitive 26 mile walk. Worst was the swimming certificate for a width of the local municipal pool whilst clinging to a lump of polystyrene foam. With hindsight the award was probably for not drowning.
I won semi-pro doubles at a table football tournament in Lithuania once. Pretty crazy how serious people take table football (foosball) as a sport, really. Was mad fun though.
I won gold medals for javelin shotput and discus in the Ayrshire championships as a wean. Although my greatest achieement was winning actual cash money at the Arran Highland Games 4k race for coming in 4th. There may only have been 4 people competing, but prize money is prize money, and I was just glad to finish considering I was more hungover than I’d ever been.
How much did you win?
Vast sum of 8 quid!
I won some medals for ballroom dance when I was maybe 8 or 9. Not a sporting achievement I guess but it required a certain level of athleticism and co-ordination that I’m severly lacking in my 30s.
Playing 4th line defense on my high school hockey team, I managed to fall asleep on the bench and no one seemed to notice.
Once scored an overhead kick during our in-school football tournament. Even got a pat on the back from one of the bigger kids.
I peaked at 9 years old.
Not necessarily my greatest but I have a certificate from school for swimming a width. 😂
Time to put BSC after your name!
Ah yes, like the mighty Arnold J Rimmer :D
Next you’ll be telling us you’re an expert at fixing soup vending machines…
Just don’t ask me to fix a drive plate
salutes by swishing hand in the air three times, touching fingers to head, then returning to a downwards position
End of year 3 at secondary school we got to go and do fun things for 3 days such as visit big cities tourist attractions/surf the Internet (in old, fight me!) or my personal favourite: go karting 😎
Highly competitive group that had a minor panic when someone crashed and broke the kart in half but the day progressed anyway. I struggled with the pace of some others, got spun out but somehow still qualified for the final.
Close racing all the way before a crash left just 2 of us in contention for the win. I get a bad exit out of the second to last corner, overtaken but there’s a big hairpin coming up. Fake one way, dice the other and on the brakes daringly late but enough to get up the inside and get the lead before the short sprint to the flag. Exhilarating!
Still got the little plastic trophy I won. 26 years on.
(The rest of the kids were assholes afterwards, go figure)
Probably making the team for a worlds level ultimate frisbee club, although I never got to play because of COVID 😩
Either that or climbing E1 trad.
As a lad I was pretty good at table tennis but never exceptional.
I was the captain of my high school basketball team for five minutes.
All the regular players (ie the actual sporty kids) had clashes with other things so the school team was made up of all the gets-picked-last rejects, including me. Given that university applications were being discussed with increasing vigour by our teachers we decided we’d take it in turns to be captain so we could all legitimately put it on our UCAS forms.
We got utterly humiliated by a team made of what I can only assume were ringers from the NBA (not a man of them was under 8 feet tall or thereabouts). Didn’t matter to us, though, we were living the dream of being athletes.
My greatest sporting achievement is being so steadfast in my refusal to play rounders, they eventually excused me from junior school P.E. altogether and I got to go hang out in the library instead.
Before that I’d just sort of stand there, let the ball go whirling past me and stare deadpan at anyone who tried to make me feel bad about it.
In hindsight I was a slightly terrifying child.
Got banned from the egg and spoon race for wanging the (wooden) egg out of frustration, accidentally into an unfortunate classmate’s temple.
I got man of the match playing football once and I won a Goofy mug and a Happy Meal.
Discovered at age 12 that I was actually fast as fuck over short distances and won a 200 metre race, leaving the sporty popular kids in my nerdy dust.
My teacher said “you’d have been a lot faster if you hadn’t kept looking behind you”
