off my neck, so the first three runs, I missed my route out of fear. Coach basically kept a lap count in his head. He had the spreadsheet in his mind of all the players and kept a running tab of people that were going to be his bitch on the track after practice. Based on the number of laps I ran in the future, it was 5 laps a fuck-up. It was a simple hook route, but I’d always go too long or I’d hook too far. Something to that extent, but I finally got it after the fourth try. And Clark kicked my ass. Hit me so hard, I thought I had died. It felt like getting hit by a bus. And he did that every time. Hut. Run. Catch. Dead. And every time the other