Me winning the highly coveted 7th grade pole vault championship at my middle school years ago.
The opening height was set at 3”2”, too low for a stud like me so I passed on this height. Two rounds later I entered when only two remained in the competition, and the bar was set seemingly out-of-reach at 3’6”. Competitor 1 goes and misses, the #2 goes and also misses, now my turn. I run down the straight away and when I tried to plant I miss the box and the awkwardness of it makes me trip and do a face plant in the grass area in front of the pole vault pit. I could hear some snickering in the background so a little embarrassing, but I figured not bad for my first attempt ever at the event.
The second and final round is now up. Competitor number 1 goes misses badly so he is out. Competitor 2 goes and gets incredible speed down the runway, plants the pole perfectly, his pole is bending like professionals I had seen on TV, is propelled to what seems to be an astonishing 4 feet in the air but nips the bar with his elbow on the way down. He is pissed…ever so close to a possible 7th grade title and a new PR to boot.
Now it is my turn. Clear 3’6” and I win, fail and I go home in humiliation with a no-height. So I start down the runway and halfway down I start thinking “what the hell am I doing, I don’t know how to pole vault,” so I tossed the pole aside and kept running towards the pit. At the last second I launched my body into some sort of flip-jump contortion in a desperate attempt to get over the bar. When I landed I had no idea if I succeeded, so I turned around and the bar was wiggling but it stayed up! I did it, the 7th grade “pole vault” champ!