Sport and me (deaf woman at a yoga class)

Spending every afternoon and evening glued to the Olympics had me pondering about sport.

I was a child in an era when school sport meant team sports (netball in the summer and hockey in the winter) or gymnastics.  I was no good at any of them.  On the hockey pitch on damp, cold, Co Durham afternoons I first learnt that I am completely incapable of anything that involves hitting a ball with a piece of wood.  I just can’t do it.  I’m equally bad at tennis, badminton, rounders, crazy golf…..you name it. Continue reading