Sherry did her best to be the following: a good student (no problem), a good daughter (...well, she was working on it), and a good person (most of the time, when she wasn't dealing with stupid people). Naturally, like the painful growth spurt she'd been going through, it was a long process. At least she was trying, right
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"Longer? I thought my legs were already long enough!" Well, not entirely true. There's still a bit of growing to do on them, after all.
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She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips again, though she did her best to quell it. "They are. But you need to utilise them to their fullest capacity, which means taking the longest strides you can, stretching them out as far as you can with each step. It'll also help you keep a more regular, faster pace."
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Oh, right, because she was trying to be a good Chosen, too. And even though Sherry didn't know why it was she was picked, she at least wanted to be useful.
Sherry stood up, making a face as she irritated her skin and caught the rest of her breath. Her lungs kind of hurt, but in a good way. If... lungs hurting could be inferred as "good", anyway. "Well, I'm ready!"
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As Sherry stood up, the Spartan rose with her nodding with satisfaction. Her trainee was a tough one, that was always a good thing, Sherry would make a good soldier yet. "Then give me another five laps." She smiled briefly.
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The first lap hurt, but she grit her teeth and made herself keep going. The second lap went more smoothly, but somewhere between the third and fourth lap, Sherry could feel herself slowing down. And by the fifth, had slowed to a crawl. She kept going, though, determined to complete the lap.
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