Drew wasn't mad that I admitted to not putting my all on the practice field. He was happy that I reached out to him and became more clear on what I needed help with. I expressed to him clearly that I didn't like running in the beginning because I was out of shape. Now my fear lied in the fact that I have to willingly fall onto the ground and potentially get hurt when you collide with someone.
Drew worked with me with the alloted time we had. I could only pass up on hitting and not fielding. When I did shift to fielding, I saw that Noah had lost his gloom and doom attitude. He was back to normal, pushing himself on every play. I knew if that Coach could inspire me, then he could definitely reach through Noah.
As soon as we got home, no one showered right away. Everyone split up in different directions. Zeke stayed in the garage to work with weights, the twins went to the backyard to play with their mechanical backstop, while Noah and I went to our room.
