clowheee
When I think of spiders, I think of eyelashes. I think of badly-applied mascara turning delicate whisps into clunky, heavy yarn-lengths. I think of the lashes hanging dead, out of the corner of an eye, looking utterly miserable because their beauty has been masked by powder and paint. And I'm also terrified, because most spiders move too quick and I can't trust a person who has any feature reminiscent of them. :l
Competitive sports are a form of torture to people like me. The people who preferred to sit inside when they were little, being quiet and lonely and invisible, rather than running around outside, screaming with friends. I've never felt fitter or healthier from sports; I've just felt more of an outcast than anything.