Dinner in the cafeteria was the loudest meal so far. Everyone was lining up for food and piling their plates before finding somewhere to sit. By now, we've kind of had a set group to sit with: Landon, Travis, Adam, Cody, Dylan, Ansar, and a couple other familiar faces.
"We ran twelve miles!" Landon told the other guys. "It was hell!"
Cody, who was with us on the run, shook his head. "It wasn't that bad. There were breaks between street lights and it's better than sprints. I heard some groups had to do shuttle sprints before and after lifting weights."
"My legs feel like jello." Landon continued to complain. "Twelve miles! That's not normal. Even soccer players only run like seven miles in a game. Cross country teams don't run this much in a race either."
"They run this much and more in practice." Ansar spoke up. "Our school is number one in our conference and they put in some serious mileage during practice and especially during their summer camp."
