Ryan
A burst of laughter echoed across the training ground. I leaned against the fence, folding my arms as I watched absolute chaos unfold in front of me.
"Again!" Rhea shouted, clapping her hands.
The rookies groaned. "No mercy, Coach!"
"Mercy doesn't win races!" she shot back.
A chorus of complaints followed.
She ignored every single one. Instead, she tossed another cone onto the track.
"Last team standing gets a five star dinner on the club."
The exhausted riders suddenly found enough energy to sprint back into position.
I couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. It was ridiculous. Few weeks ago, these same idiots would've complained until sunset. Now they were practically fighting each other for the chance to win a free meal.
Rhea had turned conditioning into a competition
