“Mercy. I’m calling it.” I braced my hands on my knees, stopping in the center of the path. “You’re worse than Coach.” She skidded to a stop a few paces in front of me. “Oh thank god.” She flung herself on the grassy slope beside us. “I was trying to keep up with you.” Her arms were draped over her face, smooshing her fogged up glasses. “I’m about twenty seconds from my heart bursting out of my chest. Jesus, I felt like you could’ve gone on forever.”
