Sports Drama Stories

So basically, I was good friends with my ex, Eli, and I convinced him to join the XC team for fun since I was also on the team too last year. We both made it along with a couple of my friends. As I got closer with my ex, we started dating and after a couple of days, I honestly kind of just lost feelings for him, but dealt with it because I didnt want to seem like a bitch. And so like I spent quite a bit of time with my XC friends as I felt more comfortable with them, 2 of them J and M are one of my good friends, along with Ems and A, who are in my grade. (J and M are a year older than me. ) And so like I mainly hung out with J since she was an older sis to me yk? So like I hung out with her and sat down on the bus with her when we were going to one of our races, we were also doing karaoke with our XC team on the bus with our coach too. So we were blasting on some music and singing our hearts out. Me, Ems, and M were probably singing the most, basically screaming out the song lyrics (also to add M is a dude), so like as I was singing along with M, I took a glance at my then bf and he smiled but I could honestly tell he was like upset or like jealous. I didnt really think about it much, but I did tell Ems, which I told her in my native tongue, which she responed with a nod and gave me a look to tell her later when we got off the bus. So like when it was about to be my race, I felt really uncomfortable when I had to take off my undershirt because I knew that if I wore the undershirt, I would have over-heated with my jersey over it too, but I felt uncomfortable because my jersey was one of those sleeveless ones and it was a bit big on me as well, which it did show a bit of my bra, which I felt very uncomfortable. Oh and I was then talking to E about it in my native tongue while she whispered back in English. (She's not very fluent in our native tongue.) And when we went back, we were still having karaoke and then my bf was trying to gain my attention by showing me one of those AI generated videos of animals, which I thought was really weird. Now that I've broken up with him, I realized that he was being quite racist to me about my Asian heritage and that was a huge red flag! Also he then proceeds to date my friend, who at the time didnt know he was my ex, so I dont blame her. And then another one of my friends, this time is a friend I dont really like (im pretty sure she has an anime and asian men fetish), liked him and told me so yeah. So lowkey, mortal of the story is to not date people who are racist to you, and dont date your boy bsf.. (The letters and name are not their actual names as I do respect their privacy.)

My girlfriend, Emily, recently made a drastic decision to register for a half-marathon scheduled for December. Surprisingly, her motivation to participate stemmed from her desire to avoid another event scheduled for the same day, using the marathon as an alibi. Before Emily registered, she consulted me and despite my advice against it due to her dislike and inexperience with running, she proceeded to sign up anyway. She explained that she would follow a 12-week training program that came with the registration, hoping to prepare adequately for the challenge.

As an amateur yet seasoned runner myself, regularly participating in elite club competitions and having completed numerous races including half-marathons, I expressed concern. This past summer, I scored notable placements in competitions, finishing fifth and twelfth in different race categories, showcasing my intermediate prowess in the sport. With this background, I tried to offer advice based on my experience.

Emily has always mentioned her aspirations to lead a healthier lifestyle, which I fully support. She recently took up Barre classes, which she enjoys immensely. I initially thought her newfound passion for Barre was the push she needed to sign herself up for the marathon. Given her enthusiasm, I suggested incorporating walking and light jogging into her routine before embarking on the intense 12-week marathon training program. However, Emily was reluctant to double up on her exercise regime, fearing it would be too exhaustive alongside her Barre classes. She believes she possesses a sufficient cardiovascular foundation from her previous basketball activities, despite ending her involvement in the sport eight years ago.

Although her primary aim is to complete the race without targeting a specific finish time, I stressed the importance of serious preparation to avoid potential injuries, especially given the demanding nature of a half-marathon. My insistence led to a heated exchange where Emily accused me of being unsupportive and imposing undue pressure, causing her distress, particularly as she compares her fitness level to mine. Taken aback, I apologized for possibly diminishing her enthusiasm, recognizing the need to approach her athletic ventures with more sensitivity.

This situation, if unfolded under the keen eyes of reality show cameras, could evoke various reactions from an audience. Given the typical nature of reality show drama, viewers might sympathize with Emily's challenge of stepping out of her comfort zone while also critiquing my approach as overly critical or unsupportive, sparking debate among fans.

For those closely following our story, the intrigue and empathy surrounding Emily's ambitious goal, juxtaposed with relationship dynamics and personal growth, could make compelling viewing, adding layers of human interest and relatability to a simple tale of physical endurance.

I recently encountered a situation that left me questioning whether people were being unnecessarily rude or just a tad too candid. As a 27-year-old mother of quadruplets, who just turned 2, I decided it was time they learned how to swim. This past week, my husband, two of his buddies, and I accompanied the kids to their first swimming lessons. Due to their young age, each child required the presence of an adult during the class, and since all four were scheduled at the same time, I needed all the help I could get from our little supportive team.

During the lessons, it seemed like every other child was accompanied by their moms or female guardians, all of whom were dressed in shorts and t-shirts for their swim attire. My husband and his friends wore regular swim trunks and no shirts. I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. It was nothing overly revealing; however, my midriff and back were visible. I didn’t initially notice or mind what everyone else was wearing until about halfway through the week, and everything seemed perfectly ordinary until the courses concluded on Friday.

As we were all changing and preparing to leave, a few mothers approached me. They chose that moment to express their discomfort with my choice of swimwear throughout the week. They calmly informed me that while they did not want to create an awkward atmosphere during the sessions, they found my two-piece swimsuit inappropriate due to my exposed stretch marks, which I have quite prominently from carrying quadruplets. They even suggested that I should cover up more if I plan to continue attending classes with my children. I questioned them about their thoughts on the men’s attire, and they dismissed it, indicating that the issue was specifically with my "baby belly."

Now that I'm back home, I’ve been torn over their comments. Were they crossing a line, or was I thoughtless about the expectations of others at such a gathering? My husband reassured me that I had nothing to worry about, but it seems like the other mothers felt quite differently. Am I in the wrong here?

I can’t help but wonder how this scenario would play out if it were part of a reality TV show. Would the audience side with me, seeing the others as overly critical, or would they agree that a more conservative outfit is appropriate for a mother in a public setting like a children’s swimming class?

Do you think my swimwear choice at kid's swim lessons was inappropriate?

Honestly, I've never been much of a sports enthusiast. I don't engage in watching sports, I don't participate in them, and I certainly don't follow sports news. It's not that I'm lazy or anything—I regularly indulge in activities like walking, yoga, and hitting the gym. It's just that structured sports have never really captured my interest. There was a period when I tried out jujitsu classes, but I soon found myself losing interest, mainly because my dad was overly enthusiastic, pushing me too hard, which ultimately sucked the joy out of the experience for me. When I shared these feelings with my mom, she took it as an opportunity to criticize me for giving up too easily. According to her, I was just avoiding proper activities to waste time scrolling through my phone.

Both of my parents have always been keen on me participating in sports, and over time, this pressure left me feeling utterly drained. My mom even went as far as to call me "nothing but wasted potential," expressing how she felt slightly ashamed of my aversions. Despite being active in speech and debate and participating in the gardening club, my mom still harps on about how inactive she perceives me to be.

My friends suggest that I should just cave in and pick up a sport—perhaps track or bowling—to keep the peace at home. They think I'm being unreasonable for not trying to appease my parents. Honestly, I'm considering joining the track team, even though I hold no real passion for it. But, am I really being unreasonable here?

Imagine if my situation was showcased on a reality TV show, what would the public reaction be? Likely, viewers would be split. Some might sympathize with my lack of interest and support my right to choose my own activities, while others might side with my parents, critiquing my decisions and pushing the narrative that I should be more open to traditional sports engagements.

So, what do you guys think? Am I the one being unreasonable in this scenario, or should I be allowed to pursue only what genuinely interests me without this cloud of disappointment hanging over me from my parents?