'I know next to nothing about sport. At school competitions, I was the freckly redhead hiding in the shade with a string of green stars on her score sheet (green = ‘not good’, as in ‘last place’). I’d throw a shot-put a full arm’s length and my one attempt at javelin gave me a bruise on the back of my head. I was the kid who was picked last for a team, that kid who got winded by a flying softball, and who conjured fake periods to get out of swimming class.' (Editorial introduction)