Taking in a deep breath of the crisp morning air, I slow down my pace, panting hard I stopped abruptly, and putting my hands over my knees I bent forward. My lungs were on fire, literally.
"You forgot your bottle again?" a cold bottle of water came in front of my vision and I greedily snatched it and gulped it down.
"Woah easy there, tiger," patting me hard on the back Taylor begin with his jog again.
It is currently 6:15 a.m and I am here on my morning walk with Taylor, dad's trainer who helps me occasionally. That is every morning. It was awkward at first but when Taylor told me that he too jog early morning and he doesn't mind training me for free I agreed. I mean who hates free stuff? I don't.
Taylor came by again and frowned seeing me sitting at the bench instead of up and running.
