I watched a program All Stars which gets olympic medallists competing at a range of different events. It was amazing how many things these wonderful athletes are hopeless at.
Mo Farah, gold medallist at 5K and 10K,, was hopeless over 100 metres
Alistair Brownlee, gold medallist heptathlete, was hopeless at gym exercises.
The winner I think, was a superheavyweight boxer, he was surprisingly fast and obviously strong.
It made me think - and to ask y'all - what are you truly hopeless at? Not just below average, but in the bottom centile of the population, bad enough to make it a matter of pride.
Let me start. I am hopeless at:
A. remembering poetry (the only poem I ever learnt in my life was 'Tiger Tiger, I was the only one in class who couldn;t remember it, and as a punishment I had to recite it evey day at lunch break. The only thing I now remember is:
Tiger Tiger burning bright
In the middle of the Night
and I have a feeling the second line is wrong, and the spelling of Tiger is wrong.)
B. throwing the shot. I have all the right moves, I can coach it, I can just about pick it up, but when I throw it it falls at my feet. I have no upper body strength, i am a runner.
C. Making small talk at a reception. The noise and the people just make me want to run away to get a breath of fresh air.
Anybody else like to confess? Please no schoolboy cliches, and no need to mention the hopelessness of others, that is too easy.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/oth...carnation.html
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/t...uperstars.html