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My trainer shouts for me to hurry as I run along the track, out of breath and panting. I pick my pase up, only to be overtaken. I fall on my knees and feel the tears run down my face and my ribs ache. I pick my self up and hobble the rest of the way, humming a tune on the way, alone.
I pull my shoes on as my trainer shouts at me to hurry up. The other girls are already ready, leaving me to be yelled at for being to slow in getting changed. Nothing new.