Lynn's POV:
The world is spinning, and I'm pretty sure I'm about to die. My lungs are on fire, my legs feel like jelly, and I'm sweating so much I could fill a small pond. Is this what the afterlife feels like? Because if so, I'd like a refund.
"Aria," I gasp, my voice a pathetic wheeze. "How... how do you... do this... every day?"
I glance at my running partner and I swear she hasn't broken a sweat. Her black hair bounces in a perfect ponytail, not a strand out of place. Meanwhile, my unruly cowlick is probably standing at attention, waving a white flag of surrender.
Aria looks back at me, her eyes widening.
"Oh, Lynn! Are you okay? Maybe we should take a break."
"Yes, please," I manage to croak before dramatically collapsing onto the grass.
The cool blades tickle my face, and I
