Clad
"We are going to run three sets: one full lap and the other a relay. For the relay, waste no time, because if you delay, you're wasting the entire team's time and ruining their chances of winning. Every second counts, okay?" I said, eyes cutting through the group in front of me.
They were standing in uneven formation, most of them still riding the high of finishing the morning drills—stability runs, short sprints, low-speed handling in the cones. That was over. This was different. This was the part where errors cost you the flag. We were done babying the track. Now we race like we're supposed to.
The air smelled of dust and fuel, not that I cared. I needed their attention sharp, their focus dialed in like professionals. This wasn't a schoolyard. It was a prep ground for real competition.
