I was in marching band in high school, and we spent a hell of a lot of time on our feet. Me, being the idiot I am, had issues with locking my knees, but I knew when this sort of thing was going to happen and could usually alert my director quickly enough that he'd let me sit down until I could get some blood back to my head.
Except one time: we we doing some marching drills and were expected to stand, motionless, in our little lines whenever we weren't doing any actual marching.
After an hour or so, I'm starting to feel really lightheaded. When the assistant director passed me, I told him that I was going to faint and he told me to go sit on the sidelines.
Not thinking, I decide that running to the sideline would be a good idea right now. It'd get me there quicker, yes?
I black out while running and fall on top of a freshman sax pla
I later nearly ended up dating the kid, but that's another story altogether.