The second run didn’t take as long.
I soared past Coach Langdon, and he showed me my time, shaking his head. “What year are you?”
“Junior.” I pulled my leg up behind me, stretching my quad.
Taylor waved from the curb. She’d showered and had two cups sitting next to her. I could smell the coffee from where I stood. Its aroma mingled with my sweat.
“Why are you joining this year? You wasted two years, Strattan.”
I gulped, lowering my leg. “There were reasons.”
He snorted, heading back to the building. “You’re on the team. Your friend too. We run in the mornings and at three every day. Meet here by seven thirty and meet at the running track at three. Our first meet is in two weeks, but I have no worries about your performance. Hydrate. I’ll have a meal plan for you later.”
He nodded as
