How long had we been running? Thirty minutes? An hour? Jules was charging along like a cross-country runner just hitting her stride. “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
