The only good thing about that rigorous workout was my dreamless sleep.
Though, honestly, it felt almost like I'd just blinked and it was time to get up again. To attend PT. To run.
Sluggish and struggling, my muscles were screaming as I walked to the field. I tried to ignore the discomfort as we stretched, pretended I was okay despite my stiff back and aching thighs. Touching my toes, teeth clenched, I noticed familiar black sneakers come into my view, and didn't have to look up to know who was standing in front of me.
I tried to ignore Blaze and it wasn't difficult from this position, eyes focused on the ground, carefully stretching each leg for ten seconds. But when I was told to straighten so we could focus on our arms, I found myself looking directly at him, noticed how his ha
