„Because you wasn't there."
„I was."
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Jawlin thrower whos ex boyfriend is long jumper and her friend is pole vauler.
What can happened when these three are together at Olympic games in Paris, right?
*Second Book - Little Olympic Series*
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Paris was waking up to another warm summer morning, but the streets were still nearly empty. Only a few people were rushing to work or quietly walking their dogs, who needed an early stroll. Most of the city still slumbered in the pre-dawn calm. Willa, who had just spent her first night at Canada House, felt more refreshed than she had in a long time. After the exhausting journey and the emotional stress of the past few days, she had finally gotten a good night's sleep. It seemed like that was exactly what her body needed—rest, a bit of peace, and distance from everything weighing her down.
Now, as her watch showed "07:00," Willa was firmly seated on her bike. She wore workout clothes—dark leggings, a white t-shirt, and a light windbreaker to shield her from the still-chilly morning breeze. The bike her team had lent her for the ride to the training center was perfectly suited to her needs. Although the idea of cycling through the streets of Paris initially seemed a bit daunting, she quickly got used to their rhythm and began to enjoy the ride. The morning was peaceful, and the light breeze helped clear her mind.
Her plan was simple: head to training early in the morning and put in a few hours of intense exercise to stay in shape. The Olympic competition was just a week away, and while she knew that this last week wouldn't work miracles, she wanted to keep her body moving. She was determined to use every day, every hour to prepare as best as she could. She knew this was her chance to shine and wanted to feel ready, both physically and mentally.
Riding through the streets of Paris was refreshing. As she cycled through quiet boulevards and alleys, she could momentarily enjoy the city's atmosphere. Paris had its unmistakable charm—the tree-lined streets, cafés slowly preparing for another day, and historic buildings towering above her, like witnesses to countless human stories. Yet this time, Willa wasn't focused on the beauty of the city. Her mind was set on one clear goal—getting to the training center as quickly as possible and giving it her all.
The training center was located on the outskirts of the city, about a twenty-minute ride from their accommodation. The route passed through several parks and quieter parts of Paris, which Willa appreciated. It was time when she could be alone with her thoughts, take a break from everything that had happened in recent days, and focus on the single important goal—the competition. She was glad she could finally push aside all the issues related to Miles and concentrate on what she did best—sports.
When she arrived at the training center, it was still relatively empty. Only a few athletes, who had decided to wake up just as early, were already working on their training plans. Willa quickly moved to the locker room, where she changed into her racing gear, laced up her running shoes, and headed straight to the track.
Standing on the training track, breathing in the fresh air, she felt a new surge of energy coursing through her veins. The Parisian morning, cool and full of promise, gave her strength. She was ready to get to work.
