Andrés Muy Cansado De Correr Novels & Stories

But no. Rafe grabbed my arm and hauled me towards the last task of the day: a five-mile run that left me gasping for air because Jesse and Rafe refused to let me finish last again and made me keep up with them the whole time. Honestly, I had thought I was a good runner – I’m usually pretty fast – but my exhaustion, combined with my lack of sleep, combined with my realization that Jesse and Rafe really have been going easy on me all these years?

I stared at him, confused, but then it was hard to keep staring with all the leaves in the way. “Are you okay?” Andrea yelled out her question since I was racing beside her now. I looked at her. She didn’t look tired either. What’s going on? “I’m fine.” I replied aloud and pumped more force into my limbs. “See ya.” I told her as I jumped back to the front to join Cayden and race beside him. I scrutinized myself. For odd reasons unknown to me, I was getting drained really fast and I seemed to be the only one. But I wasn’t going to show it to anyone or slow down our journey. Even my mum didn’t look as tired.

I wasn't tired just yet, at least I wasn't tired of running just yet but I was sick of holding my boobs up. May had fallen behind but Lea matched my pace. It wasn't long before we started the 3rd lap. Meanwhile Kendall, Briella and Trish were probably in their 5th already. Theo and his fellow jocks probably finished the entire 10 already but they kept jogging and showed no signs of slowing down. By the time Lea and I started our 5th lap many people had stopped running and were either doubled over groaning or getting yelled at by Mr. Waid or Ms. Rosalie. One girl had fallen on her knees and was puking.

He howled once more, then ran off into the woods. Drake didn't know how long he had been running for. He had lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sound of his own breath and the feeling of the earth beneath his paws. He ran until he was exhausted, then collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. He lay there for a while, just breathing, feeling the breeze on his fur.

Now, he had to figure out how to cross the fiery hallway without it getting to her. He turned her face towards his chest, so she breathed into him instead, and at the count of three, he ran down the hallway, his clothes growing hotter against his skin with every second that passed. He was growing weak; he was coughing so hard that his chest hurt, and he was slowly losing his breath. He finally made it out of the hall, and he began to stagger to the door that led to a breath of fresh air and her ride to the hospital. Was she going to make it?

His closed eyes snapped open and met mine, tiredness clear all over his face. "Yea...I just haven't...ever ran...that much before," he tried. I chuckled under my breath. "We only ran ten miles. A marathon is what? Twenty-six? Don't be a wuss." He glared at me through the hair that fell over his eyes before pushing himself off the ground. "Not everyone is a born warrior, literally built and made for this shit. Damn, I need a beer," he sighed out. His breaths finally started to even as I threw him a rag of his own.

He whistled hard to make me run faster. It's ten o'clock at night. I was the only trainee still awake. I almost spit out my intestines because I was so out of breath from running. I did fifty rounds in the wide open field. It's not over yet. I still have obstacle courses to go through. Like climbing a ladder, crawling on the ground and jumping on wheels. I really can't. I don't know if I'm still alive tomorrow. My whole body is weakening. I'm not used to running a lot. I made a mental note not to fuel Commander Apollo's anger so I wouldn't experience this kind of suffering.

He tiredly ran his fingers through his hair and replied, "It's fine. I know how much a pain Rafael can be when he gets sick. He doesn't usually get sick because of how strong he is, but every once in a while, he'll work himself to the point of over-exhaustion, where he just completely collapses like this. Although, I haven't seen him this bad in quite some years already." I fidgeted with my fingers. "I-I t-think i-it's because h-he's been w-working extra l-lately. He's b-been k-kind of t-tired a-all w-week, b-but he a-always d-denies it w-when I ask."

I gave him pleading eyes, but he ignored it. “Nope, that isn’t going to work on me, Andrea. Get on with your training now.” He ordered. “Yes, sir.” **** AN HOUR OR SO LATER. I gasped like a fish in need of water as soon as I was done with my squats, I hadn’t done my run yet, and I was this exhausted. “You need to finish your training Andrea, so get up and complete that run,” Fred ordered, gazing at me as I lay down on the ground, still breathing tiredly.

She felt like every ounce of energy had been drained by this man, her eyelids heavy, as though her entire body had been exhausted. “Candice, let’s come back next week.” Charlie flashed a charming smile. Candice weakly waved her hand. “No, no more. I’m not coming back.” She was only human and couldn’t endure so many rounds of… this. While it was enjoyable, her physical limits had been tested. “You don’t exercise enough, that’s why. Tonight, we’ll go for a night run.” “...” Run? She could barely walk without feeling exhausted. Candice ignored him, turning her body toward the window, closing her eyes and mumbling, “I’m going to rest tonight. I still have work tomorrow.”