Chapter Six
“Just a little bit further,” Belinda called out over her shoulder as they started up the long, low slope. “Think you can keep up?”
“Oh, sure,” Sarah called back. In fact, she thought she could possibly sprint past Belinda if the woodland trail was wide enough to permit it. She wouldn’t be able to stay in front of the other woman for long, though. For all the wobbly, ugly fat she’d managed to lose under Belinda’s dictatorial rule, and all the fit, toned muscle that had replaced it, she knew that she was never going to be faster, or stronger, or more fit than Belinda. Belinda had an athlete’s frame and build. Sarah did not.
The long slope had been a challenge to her for a long time, but today it almost felt as if she were jogging along level ground. The clothing she wore today
