Chapter 128
I try not to show my dread by nodding. "Permit me to ask a question—permit me to ask a question?" He guffaws. "If only so you realize, we're not that all John here; in the future, anybody can ask without begging." "Correct," I barely audible, attempting to clear my throat, "my question is: are all of our workouts going to feature running? Because, to set things straight, I'm a bad runner. Like, possibly the very worst racer you've ever confronted in your job as a trainer. Undoubtedly the best sprinter you've ended up working with though, and that's saying something considering, as it makes it look like you've seen a great deal." "To put it bluntly, I suck." My babbling comes to a stop when I see he's on the verge of giggling. "You're going to adore your stay here," he adds, sarcastica
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