“This is the worst idea I’ve ever willingly participated in,” Clint braced himself against a wall. His lungs burned from his panting, “why are we running? What are we learning from running in circles?”
“It was only a mile,” Devin stood beside him.
“We ran around the building four times.”
“That was a mile.”
“I count the steps. That was not a mile.”
“Two at most.”
Clint glared at him, “I hate you.”
“I know.”
“Why did I get paired with you?”
Two more sets of footsteps rounded the corner. Dallas and Willis came up to them. Both of them were a little sweaty but were fairing pretty well.
“Tucker and Landon?” Devin questioned.
Dallas gestured over his shoulder, “they’re a few minutes behind us,” he looked over at Clint, “are you okay?”
“Fine,” the blond slouched against the wall, slid
