On Tuesday, we followed the same morning routine and got to school. The twins and Zeke left us by the field and they made their way to school. We didn't have to wait very long for Mr. Miller to show up with his handy dandy golf cart.
He laughed as he watched me moved to the cart very stiffly. "All those laps yesterday made you sore? What a wimp." I made a face at him and slowly got on in the back. Noah sat up front with him. "But I'm glad to see that you're okay, Bambi. You had us worried Sunday evening. Good thing it was just exhaustion. You should really try and run more to build up that endurance. Playoff games will be the full nine innings."
"Look at you! Already planning for the playoffs?!" Noah laughed. "What happened to the pessimistic Mr. Miller? This one is already planning playoffs based off one tournament."
