Surly — exactly.
And what could be worse than being last, by a long way, and people calling out things like "You can do it Sodding!" and "Not far now! Go on! Woooo!" and cheering you on, when all you really want is for the whole world to just vanish, so you can slog unseen to the distant finish line.
The embarrassment of all that attention on you specifically because you're noticeably inept and inferior to everyone else at what you're doing (and probably looking horrendous while you're at it). Getting (faintly disingenuous-feeling) cheers and sympathetic encouragement because you're so outstandingly, conspicuously bad that people apparently feel sorry for you <shudder> and think it'll help if people pretend it matters how fast or slow you finish, or if they act like you're doing so well because of how hard you're trying — they might even praise how brave you are for giving it a go [when normally someone who's that awful at it would have found a way out of it].
These types of threads always have someone talking about how lovely and encouraging their school sports day is, how everyone cheers that one kid who's a whole thirty seconds behind the pack, and how it's all so very supportive, not like the old days of nasty competitive sports days where people weren't always so encouraging and group-minded 🙄
But I can't help wondering how many of those kids actually like it when they're still trailing round after everyone else has finished, but getting cheered like they're a winner. (A very special and very real kind of winner — not the kind that wins, obviously, but the kind who won a battle with themselves. 🤢) It could even feel a bit like mockery.
I wouldn't be surprised if someone jumped on this post and said that the kinds of feelings I'm describing are totally abnormal and weird and cynical, and it's not like that at ALL at their sports days. There, the slow kid always loves it when (after the others have crossed the finish line and there's nothing important happening, of course) all focus switches to them, and how very far behind they are. At their sports days, the kid genuinely feels boosted by the cheering, and never feels embarrassed or gaslit or patronised.
But surely I'm not that special and unique — I can't be the only one who reads these descriptions of some poor bugger being made the centre of attention, huffing and puffing alone towards the finish line, to a chorus of aren't-we-ever-so-kind cheering and encouragement, and just cringes at the idea of it.