WTF?

Chapter 14

Have I ever mentioned how much I hate "exercising", especially with Chris?

"Come on, slow poke!" He yelled from about 20 feet ahead of me

Bastard!

"You.......... know............ I'm............not...............good......at....... running..... right?" I yelled, breathing extremely heavy

He just laughed.

"Yeah, and that's why we're doing it. You're out of shape, girl! By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be toned and sleek." He chuckled, stopping so I could catch up, "Your stamina will increase as you get into better shape. I promise. Now let's go!"

I sighed and did my best to catch up. We had done 15 minutes of stretching out and now we're on a two-mile run, 1 mile one way and a mile on the way back. He said we'll stretch out again, catch our breath, and then do a little weight training at a local gym. Then we'll be done for the day. I swear he's gonna kill me with these damned runs! When we made it back to the busses, where we started out, #4 and Corey were standing outside smoking.

"How's it going?" Corey chuckled

"I think your kid hates me, dude." #3 laughed

"You... suck..." I said in between breaths

"You'll love me in the long run, honey." #3 replied before telling me I should drink some Gatorade

Corey handed me a bottle and I opened it up. Damn, I didn't realize I was THAT thirsty! I'd downed probably half the bottle before I set it down to start breathing again. #3 laughed and asked if I was ready to start my stretches. Glaring at him made him laugh again as we got started. Somehow he told Corey we were heading to a gym after this to do some weight training and that we'd be about an hour. Which was perfect for Corey because he had an interview shortly and by the time he got back so would we. We were heading to lunch, according to him, so I smiled gratefully at him.

#3 was kind enough to let me walk to the gym. The owner greeted us and then let us get down to business. Even if I hated exercising, I had to admit #3 was a great instructor. Instead of yelling at me for not being "in the right position", he explained why it wasn't right and showed me where I should be. The gym teachers I've had in the past just screamed at the class for not knowing that shit. Like we'd know! We weren't marines, for fuck's sake, how the hell are we supposed to know the "proper" position for a "correct" push up?!

When we were finally done and walking back to the busses #3 started chatting about the rest of my school work. I told him how the music lessons were going and that I felt #7 & #4 were being too kind when they say I'm improving. He laughed softly and stated if they thought I was improving then I was because they'd never say anything they didn't mean. I smiled at the blond man. He got me talking about science and the grossness of dissecting whatever it was I was to be dissecting very soon. That made him laugh and said I should get Corey to help out with that.

"What's so funny?" #4 asked as we boarded the bus

"#3 thinks I should get Corey to help out with the dissecting portion of science class." I giggled

#4 burst out laughing too and stated that I really should. I grinned at him as #3 handed me a towel "to dry off with". I felt incredibly icky all sweaty and wondered when I'd be able to take a shower. 'Ah life out on the road' I sighed plopping down across from #4. He just looked at me and I smiled sheepishly at him. He was quite the intelligent man and I thoroughly enjoyed the conversation we'd had the last night in the last hotel we had.

Most of the rest of the band were doing interviews so I went to grab the acoustic Corey had bought me and sat back down in my previous position. I'd done a bit of practicing since my last "lesson" with #4 and #7. I'd gotten so into it that I'd closed my eyes and just let it flow. When I stopped I heard clapping.