I was in ninth grade and was reasonably athletic. We had one of those physical fitness tests coming up in gym class soon. I knew that I could break the 60 second situp record as I had been close to setting the record the year before. So I took not of the record and made it a point to train for it every day of the week until the test.
Test day came and I was prepared. When my time came I began to crank them out as hard and fast as I could. Ten, twenty, somewhere around thirty I began to fart about every fourth situp and could see that the person holding my feet was getting disgusted, I didn’t care and only went harder.
Toward the end I began to slack off once I passed the record and at the end of the minute I finished with eighty-nine situps shattering the previous record of seventy-five. I was ecstatic, high fives were exchanged when I said “I beat the record!!”
The gym teacher said “Really, how many did you get?”
“I’m sorry son the record is ninety-one.”
I had succeeded in beating the all time girls record…