The morning practice was straight running. Run this way, run that way, speed up, slow down. We ran the short side of the inner field, and then the long ways. Everyone took part, from freshmen to Zeke, even Dave ran. Of course, he stayed beside me the whole time under the pretense of making sure I didn't overwork myself, when in actuality he just wanted to look fast against a slow runner like me. I was only slightly offended.
Our running wasn't as bad as Noah's though...or Austin's, I guess. While we had short breaks in between each sprint, they had to run continuously. Noah was crazy fast and caught up to the Austin kid after a few laps, but Coach didn't let it end there.
"Again." He would say.
Noah would pass up Austin, take a few more laps, catch up and Coach would say 'again' over and over. It was getting to the point where I was confused if Coach was punishing Austin or punishing Noah.
