Practice came and so did Drew. After warming up with the team, Noah and I were sent to him off to the side. He has such a happy disposition for someone I consider to be a master in torture.
"Hey kiddos!" He greeted. "Wanna guess what we're going to be doing today?"
"Hopefully not running out of our minds since there's a game tomorrow." Noah pleaded.
Drew simply laughed. "Sure. I wasn't planning to run you into the ground today. Instead, I'll be helping you with your arm strength."
I peeked up. "I have weak arms. Almost as bad as my running."
Drew nodded. "Coach told me. So I've suggested to him how I have some drills and exercises that can help."
"Does this mean I can go back to the team workout?" Noah asked. "My arm strength is perfect."
"There's nothing that's completely perfect." Drew responded. "Okay, first things first, Jake. Lay on the ground, on your stomach, like you might have to start doing a push-up."
I laid on the grass, ready to start.
