#Chapter27
The tremendous solo cup experience
After our ski trip, Dad got us back into the training facility to train, especially me. It had been a long time since I had been there, and I was a little rusty. Okay, forget a little. I was a lot of rusty. I had no control over my punches and kicks. I kept getting tossed on my back every time I turned.
Oomph.
/"You know there are better ways I could think of having you on your back,/" Drew smirked as he dropped me again.
Drew reached down, and I grabbed his hand with him, helping me back up.
Dad walked over to us. /"Liz, focus./"
/"I am focusing,/" I said, getting frustrated.
/"Go again,/" Dad said, moving out of the way.
We took our stance. I threw a right cross, countering with a roundhouse kick. Drew blocked my punches, then catching my leg, causing me to land on my back onto the mat. That happened until I collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.