Coach says they’re hill sprints but this isn’t a hill. The vertical incline is far too steep to be labeled something as benign as a hill. Cliff would be more accurate. Or at least, that’s what it feels like. I’m too delirious to tell who is hungover, and besides, all of us are suffering. And we’re only halfway through. Aside from when I got injured last year, it’s the first time I’ve ever seriously considered dropping out of a workout. My body rebels against me as Coach blows the whistle for the sixth of ten sprints. My temples throb from a massive headache. It’s not a hangover, just fatigue and stress. Or maybe it is a hangover, I wouldn’t know, but it seems unlikely from two beers. The incline begins about two miles into the woods, and the trail is not well-maintained. We have to hop over several logs and rocks along the way. It’s only wide enough to go up single file, but none of us are in a hurry to pass each other.
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