Once upon a time I was a teen in track and field. Excellent sprinter since as long as I remember. Didn't find it fun at all, very intimidating.
What the hell is this concoction you call starting blocks? Does it really matter what hand I hold the baton in for a relay? Why are the starting lines on an angle? I failed math.
One of my first races was a relay. Three bitches take off before I get the baton. Pass them all up, hand my partner the baton. Awkwardly. Resulting in a face plant to the track with a tad momentum still in me.
We were disqualified.
Because the baton was in the wrong hand.
Never understood why it wasn't because of my fall. Apparently as long as your torso or lower half is past the line...you successfully finish. Didn't look as bad ass as Allyson Felix. At all. It was pretty horrible. But if you're gonna do it, do it like an Olympian.