“I’m a cheerleader," I said.
He laughed. “Bet you can only do ten situps. If you tried lifting a weight, it would lift you. Bet you can’t even do one pushup.”
He stepped forward; tried to make himself look bigger. “Bet you can’t run a mile in under ten minutes. Scratch that, twenty. You run like a girl. Bet you hit like a girl, too.”
I hit him like a girl and he screamed like a child. I ran like a girl and watched him come puffing in last. My weights could have lifted him. Every pushup came with a clap and I was still doing situps long after he collapsed.
“How does it feel to be beaten by a girl?” I asked. “Bet you never thought you could lose by doing something like a boy.”