Page 64 - Save the Last Dance for Me

At three-o’clock, I headed to

wrestling practice.

Our wrestling coach had told

us to keep in shape over Christmas,

and I had worked hard. I had been

running five miles every morning

and doing conditioning in the

evening. So, when he announced

that we were all going to run a mile

and a half, I felt up to the

challenge. Most of the others

groaned and complained.

“Stop your whining,” Coach

said, “and get your Christmas flab

down to the fieldhouse.”

I preferred to run the outdoor

track, but it was three feet deep in

snow, so the fieldhouse was our

only option. The indoor track was

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