I stuck a coin in the jukebox and selected We Are the Champions, then took my pint back to the table, grinning.
“Third time tonight?” Derek said. “You’ll get us thrown out of here.”
“They’d have to catch us first.” I high-fived Jill, who’d run a faster time than me today. Derek had run the fastest time of all of us. At least I wasn’t last. But it didn’t matter much. We’d all made it to the finish line. We were all winners on that score.
We chatted and laughed and complained about how much our feet and our backs and our legs hurt. We were all sitting there with our winner’s medals on, looking like absolute t***s no doubt, and not giving a f**k about it.
“Next year,” I said, lifting my almost empty class. “Full marathon!” This got a cheer. I downed the dregs of my drink. My round. I took
