Bob POV
After the bike warm-up, Scott pushed me to use the mat; I hate the mats.
'Again. You can do it.' Scott shouted out at me as I tried to walk the length of the mat and back alone for the third time. It may not seem far to you, but I find it difficult. My legs go like jelly, and I start to feel weak and unsteady on my feet any moment I am going to fall on the mat. So far, I can do two now, but this third one is proving to be hard. Scott no longer straps me to the harness, so it is all me.
'Go, another step, you are almost there.' He was in front of me. I could reach out and touch him; he was that close and shouting in my face, and I was sure he would rush to stop me from falling like he had numerous times before. I push my leg, and it scrapes along the floor till it is far enough i
