Andrés Muy Cansado De Correr Novels & Stories

The ones I wore when I ran with my running club and wanted to look my best. “You’ll get used to it,” I said, slowing down. “Here. I’ll dial back the pace a little.” Andre was drenched in sweat, but he was able to keep up with me from that point on. We jogged two miles up the beach, then turned around and jogged back. When we reached the dock, he practically collapsed onto the wood steps. “That sucked,” he said, pulling a Gatorade from the cooler. “But I’m glad you forced me into it. Running on the beach is hard, but it’s still better than a treadmill.”

Not to sound dramatic…but Andre thinks it is time to retire. He can’t make a solid pass to save his life for three days now. His stamina is taking such a hit just from the mental baggage he’s carrying, not being able to pinpoint what's got him all fucked up. Evan agreed to give him a thirty minute cool down and Andre intends to use all thirty minutes of it except hearing from Dylan the last two days has been damn near impossible outside of a few texts. He can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.

Yara Pov “Keep running! Don’t stop!” “Ye!” I roared as I applied more speed to my legs, running around the large compound. Sweat dripped down my face, but I didn’t bother cleaning it. My legs were already aching, and every breath felt like it was burning my chest. My body was begging me to stop, but I forced myself to keep moving. I followed the instructions of Malaki, who was running behind me, his voice loud and strict, unlike the gentle voice he normally used.

The exhaustion hit like a freight train after the grueling morning run. By the time we staggered back to the dormitory, my legs felt like lead weights, every muscle screaming in protest. I could barely walk straight, my vision tunneling with fatigue. All I wanted was the sweet oblivion of sleep. Thankfully, Coach had barked out the orders: rest until tomorrow. No drills, no extra circuits. Just recovery.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go back home now!” Max says between breaths. He has just shifted into his human form, sweat dripping down his face. “No way!” I shake my head, already bracing for another run. “Max, you need to get up. One more stretch, please.” “No.” He swallows hard, pushing himself to his feet. “You run like the wind. I can’t catch up anymore—I’m exhausted.” I sigh and roll my eyes. “Is my trainer supposed to be tired?”

The estate was quiet, the morning air cool against my skin as we began jogging. For approximately three minutes, I felt incredible. Then my lungs betrayed me. “Zane!” He looked over. “What?” “I'm dying.” “You've been running for three minutes.” “Exactly!” He laughed. I slowed down, placing my hands on my hips. “I can't do this.” “Yes, you can.” “No, I really can't.” He stopped beside me. “You don't have to run fast. Just keep moving.” I shook my head. “My legs are burning.” “That's because they're working.”

She felt free and happy, a sense of calm washed away her recent bout of emotional outrage and for the first time in days, she felt relaxed and under control, like she could take on the devil himself and win. “Can…we…stop…” Creighton panted, stopping on the side of the road and leaning against a neighbor’s fence post. “How can anyone with a body as incredible as yours, be so out of shape?” Sandra asked, drawing in a deep breath to help control her breathing. “I pump…weights,” he said, panting. “I don’t…kill myself…on a dirt road. I can’t believe…you do this…every day.” “That’s why it’s easy. Because I do it every day. I love running.”

I am not doing this; I don't care who says what. But this running is not helping, I am only getting out of breath, and soon I shall collapse to the ground from exhaustion. I guess I am my own worst enemy, for I have just made myself feel even weaker than I was before. So I start to slow down, and as I look back, I see Xavien gain his ground and come to stand next to me. Then the man has a stupid grin on his face. "What do you find so amusing?" "For someone that is sick, you can run quite fast."

I chased behind him, he started to run around the backyard, where the hell did he get all this energy, I swear kids never get tired even after a long day. I couldn't believe that his small body hadn't got tired yet. He was giggling and running away from me. He found this whole situation funny. I was breathing hard, my heart was pounding against my rib cage as if it was about to break out of my chest. Sweat was trickling down my forehead and I was sweating like a pig from all those chasing and cleaning. I was so tired and my medical condition was a cherry on the top. I bent down and rested my hands on my knees and tried to calm down my breathing.

he whispered in my ears as our packs cheers thundered around us. I looked around to see our family and friends all smiling at us and I realized in that moment, I had everything I would ever want or need. I was finally done running.