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“You dropped a full three minutes.”
I stop moving and my knees buckle beneath me. Bending at the
waist, I brace my hands on my thighs to keep from falling to the
ground.
“You’re kidding?” Then I wonder if maybe he is—just to keep me
motivated. “You better not be kidding or I’ll beat you up as soon I
can feel my legs again.”
“Three minutes,” he repeats. “Honest.”
He holds the stopwatch in front of my face. He isn’t joking—the
digital numbers read a full three minutes faster than my previous
best.
Forgetting my exhaustion, I rush Coach Lenny, flinging my arms
around him. “You rock! I can’t believe it.”
“I hate to say I told you so, but—”
“You were right.” I start jumping in a circle around him. “The
training actually worked.”
I’m making so much noise I don’t hear anyone walk up.
“Am I missing the celebration?” Griffin asks.
“Griffin,” I cry. “I dropped my time.”
Then, without thinking, I rush him and throw my arms around
his neck. He gently wraps his arms around my waist. “Congratulations.”
“Oh,” I say when I realize I’m hugging Griffin, who hasn’t spoken
to me in days. “Sorry.”
I release him and step away.
“I’m going back to my office to wrap up,” Coach Lenny says. “If I
can trust you to do a solid cooldown, I’ll let you go early.”
“Absolutely,” I insist.
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