I have a hard time pulling random memories or stories out of my past. But, here goes!
In the second grade, I had to go to PE for about an hour, hour and a half every day. During the warmer months (which is most of the year in Texas), we would start by running laps outside. I hated running laps, I hated the heat, and I hated sweating. One day, I was being harassed by the best friend of a guy I had a crush on. I got fed up, punched the guy in the stomach, then kept running my laps. As a tiny runt (I didn't have my growth spurt until 8th grade), I was damn proud of myself, and I felt like a badass.
As I was nearing the end of my laps, I was called out by one of the coaches. The little bastard had ratted me out, and I was in trouble. They wrote me up and told me to go the principal's office. As I was walking out of the gym, the guy I had a crush on glared at me and said, "I dump you FOREVER." It was quite dramatic. I then spent the next two days sitting in the principal's office rather than going to PE, which suited me just fine, since it meant I didn't have to run laps in heat.
Moral of the story: If you don't like running laps in the heat, punch your crush's best friend in the stomach.
That wasn't very long or descriptive, but without a more specific prompt, that's the best I can do.