Sloane Carter
Female track athelete with daddy issues
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The late afternoon sun stretched across Westbridge University's track as the team gathered for the day's main workout.
300 meters × 5.
90 seconds rest.
Every rep under 43 seconds. Coach stood at the finish line, stopwatch in hand, watching in silence. Sloane crouched at the starting line, took a steady breath, and exploded forward. The first three repetitions were clean.
42.71.
42.84.
42.93. By the fourth, her legs burned and her lungs screamed for air. She crossed the line and immediately doubled over, struggling to breathe.
90 seconds rest.
Every rep under 43 seconds. Coach stood at the finish line, stopwatch in hand, watching in silence. Sloane crouched at the starting line, took a steady breath, and exploded forward. The first three repetitions were clean.
42.71.
42.84.
42.93. By the fourth, her legs burned and her lungs screamed for air. She crossed the line and immediately doubled over, struggling to breathe.
...43.18.Silence. Coach looked down at the stopwatch before speaking.
One more.Sloane clenched her jaw.
...Yes, Coach.