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RUNNING had always riled you up in a good way- scratch that, not good, amazing. The adrenaline rush one would sense, the blood rushing through the body in an exhilarating way- the ego boost you would get from winning a race. Physical activities have always been a prominent passion of yours. The thrill of the kill (the kill in your case being the finish line) never failed to make you feel borderline euphoric. As if you were leaving anything and everyone behind with only you alone standing at the top of everything.
Huffing, you eagerly gulp down the water flowing into your mouth from the bottle. After the feeling of euphoria, the adrenaline and dopamine wear off, weariness spreading through your limbs. Thankfully the invigoration of sitting down and hydrating yourself helps battle the heat and exhaustion that comes from running in the midday sun on a hot Friday.
"Once again, good work out there, [Name]", Coach Hina halts in front of you, her dark eyes focused on the notebook she was always seen carrying around.
"With the regional matches coming up soon, I am confident in your abilities to carry our team to victory."
"Of course, Coach. I'll try my best to crush the rest.", you breathlessly gasp out, wiping the small beads of sweat from your glistening forehead. Hina flashes you a kind smile. The older woman always acted like a big sister figure to the girls on the track team, often joining you on your group escapades.
"Practice is over now, feel free to go hit the showers — you smell quite sweaty.", the girl advises you, giggling softly as she watches you sniff your jersey and consequently recoil in disgust as you catch a whiff of the odour emitting from you.
"Good idea. I'll see you on Monday then, big sis.", you bid your goodbye to the coach, heading to the locker rooms where you are greeted by Cam and Liva, the two being in a quarrel over...a candy bar?
"You fatass, it's my candy bar! Of course, I'd get the bigger piece, I'm older!", Liva rips the sweet snack from her sister's hands, holding it close to her chest as the younger of the two whines.
