Post by Magical Foots Tree on Aug 7, 2009 1:16:24 GMT -5
On Multi Academy's all-weather track, a lone teenager was running laps in the brisk morning air. Alex dashed past the marker for his starting point, then reached into he pocket of his faded gray tracksuit to pull out a stop watch. With a grimace he erased the time displayed on the screen, which was still a few fractions of a second above what he was aiming for. Tara would call him obsessive for stressing over those moments, but when you were doing sprints even the smallest amount of time made a difference.
With an aggravated groan he trudged over to the bench and took a swig from his water bottle. He leaned back against the hard metal surface and stared up at the nearly cloudless sky above him, wondering how much longer it would be before he reached his target time.
With an aggravated groan he trudged over to the bench and took a swig from his water bottle. He leaned back against the hard metal surface and stared up at the nearly cloudless sky above him, wondering how much longer it would be before he reached his target time.
