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Most have you have heard of the pacer test. Also known as the demon run.99.99% of kids despise this. We did it twice a year, and it was always a major completion.I was in 5th grade, and I was one of the most athletic kids in the grade. I mainly competed against a boy named Joe (names changed for privacy). We’ve been competing our whole elementary, even just at recess.Every year, we each got around 90 (yes i was the annoying athletic kid, im sorry 😔). This year, we each tried to get about the same.I decided I’d try a new way. I bounced on my ankle, so I could move quicker. The pace started moving faster, until we had no break and I was sprinting and landing on my ankle.We reached 75. It was now a FULL sprint. We didn’t even have a second between steps on the side.I was getting out of breath. I was slightly ahead of him. I jumped especially hard on my ankle, I could get a head start.Instead of getting a head start, I heard a crack in my ankle. My ankle suddenly couldn’t support me. I collapsed backwards, here’s a diagram of what happened:The curve is my ankle haha!I screamed, and fell to the ground. All my weight on my ankle, and it was bent backwards. I was in so much pain. Instantly, some of my friends ran over to me and asked if I was okay. I was crying, but my ankle was hidden so they couldn’t see.My PE teacher called out, “She’s okay, she probably is just upset she didn’t win.”She forced me to get up and go to class. Two of my friends supported me, and helped me to the classroom. At this point, my ankle was literally floppy. It bent in half, at the ankle joint. I could touch my toe to my shin.My classroom teacher took one look at my ankle, called the nurse and called 911. I was brought to the hospital.My ankle was SEVERELY broken. I was in a cast for over a year, and a boot for 6 months.My PE teacher was fired because this isn’t the second time she’s had a kid break a bone in her class and she didn’t care about it.Next year, we got called by the Superintendent. I am never required to do the pacer test in the test of my life!!! :)

By Carrying My Pack Of Darts AroundThe year was 2019. The month was October, and I was taking a trip to Sydney to see my man Sammy. ‘Twas a good trip, if you ask me.Anyways, I went to a Halloween party with him, his friends and ran into a friend of mine, actually. Drank a lot, wore my Joker costume, and smoked a shit-ton of darts.Here’s where the problem lies.My Joker costume had no pockets. But I needed to carry my pack of darts in an easily accessible place.I proceeded to wedge my pack between the waistband of my Joker pants and my hip. And walked around half of Sydney Central in the middle of the night, pack chafing against my hip. I didn’t even realise until I went to bed at Sammy’s at, like, 4am.This was the end result. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.Stupid injury when you consider that I literally had my backpack on my back the entire night. But hey - I’m a dumbass.The pack left a scar that literally is still there right now.Sometimes I tell people I got it in a much cooler way, like accidentally parkouring into a thorn bush.Better than exposing my dumbassery. Stay vicious.

Humans who have been mauled by big cats or suffered other huge injuries often report that it isn’t painful at the time, because adrenaline has an anaesthetic effect. The pain comes about 20 minutes later - but by then the prey animal is dead.This makes sense from an evolutionary perspective. You don’t want to be handicapped or distracted by pain while you are fighting for your life, but if you survive then the pain kicks in to tell you to keep still while your injuries heal.