KILLIAN.
"Alright, boys, warm up before we get on the ice. Twenty jumping jacks, twenty squats, then thirty seconds of high knees. I want everyone moving properly, no slacking and no complaining. Ready? Let's go!"
I stand a few feet behind the kids with my arms folded across my chest, watching them immediately start complaining and laughing as they spread across the concrete floor outside the rink.
The youngest ones look like they're trying to figure out whether the coach is serious about the task.
Honestly, I can't blame them for looking miserable. If I were their age and somebody told me I had to do twenty squats before I was even allowed to get onto the ice, I'd probably have the same look on my face.
The difference is that I'm not here because I volunteered for this s**t.
My jaw
