Sam’s POV
“Come on, Sam, push harder. You got this,” Nic told me as he ran on the treadmill next to me.
“Easy for you. You’ve been doing this for years.”
“So you're doing it now and you keep doing this. We only have a half mile left.”
I growled at him as I watched the distance tracker on the treadmill, hating myself right for asking him for help. I wanted to get stronger and be able to defend myself. He said that before we did anything; I had to get into a little better shape. So we’ve been working out every day before lunch.
“See, look, you did it. Now let’s go lift some weights and remember your form on them.”
I just groaned again. “Ya know, for someone who asked for my help sure whines a lot about this.”
“I know, but this sucks. I didn’t know it would be so hard.”
“Some of the b
