My Athletic Route To World Relays

Back then they’d measure your height and bunch you together with boys of a similar height. I was actually very short – which means I was vertically challenged in modern politically-correct parlance – and I was usually bunched with boys 3 years younger than me.

Ah, the good old days of my athletic “career” – a time when my height was inversely proportional to my sprinting prowess. Picture this: a pint-sized me, lined up with kids who believed a growth spurt was a myth. I was the elder statesman of the under-tall, a veritable giant among Lilliputians, with all the competitive edge of a sloth on a lazy Sunday.