May said. I could barely hear her over the sound of several pairs of feet pounding on asphalt. “I don’t think any normal person could. This is ridiculous!” A whistle blew signaling the time for us to move to the back. We parted ways, letting the girls behind us move forward, while we slowed up our run until we were behind the pack of running girls. The “pack” consisted of thirty girls running side by side, six rows deep. Every time Ms. Haddy blew the whistle, we were required to rotate forward. “Tell me why we do this again?” May asked. This was her third day in PE, and every day she asked this same question. In a mock, high-pitched voice I imitated Ms. Haddy: “We need to be fair and give everyone the opportunity to be first!” May laughed. A couple of girls running in front of us glanced back at us and glared. “I don’t know how much more I can stand,” I said. The sun was high in the sky, drenching us in its heat. I wiped the sweat from my brow. What I wouldn’t give for a little breeze.
