As a child I was never what you’d call “athletic.” Or “graceful.” Or “an un-spazzy non-lummox.” When I was in the third grade, I was sent to remedial physical education classes twice a week in hopes of improving my balance and hand-eye coordination. I wasn’t much of a climber; I still can’t jump rope; I was late learning to skip.
But you know what I could do? I could gallop. I could gallop like a sonofabitch.
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I’m not bitter about remedial gym. I know how to throw a football and how to shoot hoop; that brings me a certain joy, and I owe that to Coach Clark. Yeah, I’m still kind of clumsy, but I get the job done. And I can still gallop like a motherfucker.