Today's torture isn't enough to keep my mind off King. Boot isn't helping. He usually assists me, but today he's staying practically on the other side of the room like I'm a leper. I'm currently walking a balance beam and fall for the twentieth time. I step back onto the tricky beam and glare at my worthless trainer across the large open space between us.
"What is going on?" I demand after wobbling and then finding my center.
"You just fell," he says like he has no idea what I'm talking about.
"If you were standing over here, giving me a shoulder to balance with like a good little trainer, I wouldn't land on the floor or did you forget that part of this exercise?"
"You're depending on me too much and you need to learn to trust your feet. You're standing just fine now. Try lifting one t
