I swore I wouldn’t let it happen. Because I didn’t ever want to see him disappointed in me.
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Eight weeks until race day. I pounded the tarmac like Rocky, wishing there were some grand steps nearby for me to climb triumphantly. Not a chance. It was growing dark as I started to head out of the park. If there was any cruising going on among the bushes I was moving too fast to catch anyone’s eye.
I pulled my hood up, ears getting chilly. The strains of Queen’s Greatest Hits pounded through my ear buds. I don’t think I’d have made it this far without Freddie and the boys. They were my first choice of workout music. The intro to Who Wants to Live Forever?had just started when I left the park gate and almost rammed right into a man walking on the pavement. Dammit, the council needed to trim the lavender tree growing by the gate. Nobody could see a damn thing coming.
“Sorry!”
The man grabbed my arm to steady me and I stared when I realised it was Chris.