Friday's practice was brutal. For me and the twins at least. The three of us were stuck with Drew, doing all kinds of sprints drills, even using the uphill incline against us. Garret was able to go back to the gym with his coach, switching up the muscles he was going to focus on. The pitching coach said he had less time to recover than the twins so it was better if they didn't stick to the same path. Meanwhile, Sean was able to rejoin the team, although at a slower pace as he eases himself back in.
At the end of it all, I had an urge to just go to sleep after showering at home, but I knew I couldn't miss the girl's game. Everyone was going. And I meant everyone. Our whole team. Our classmates. Basically anyone that Noah talked to this week.
By the time we got to the softball field, the three sets of bleachers were mostly filled with even more people standing around them.
