Oh...fuck, it's so heavy
-what?
Are you sober?
-I'm not drunk
Ha.... you son of a bitch..
-What the????
No, grow up
The next day.. Since the physical education department was a physical education department, there was more physical activity than listening to lectures. Among them, the Taekwondo department had even more, so the auditorium for Taekwondo was very large. We exercised in the same space as the Taekwondo department seniors, but our positions were different depending on our skills. Today, we just did some stretching and basic warm-ups and sat and watched. Senior Soyeon was at the very top, and since I was a freshman, I was at the bottom.
Then, the department head gathered us in five lines, took us out of the blue onto the track, and told us to run 80 laps. I wanted to shout, "How can you run 80 laps!" but I couldn't bring myself to do so, fearing that my college career would end in misery. The running order was seniors, juniors, sophomores, and freshmen. So, I was two spots behind senior Soyeon. I mentally complained and cursed the department. When I heard the "start" signal, I just ran. After about 20 laps, no one fell behind, but around 30, stragglers started to show up. By the 50th lap, it felt like ten hours had passed, and my body was tired. But I kept running, feeling like I was keeping up with senior Soyeon, who was right in front of me. By the 70th lap, I had reached my physical limit. No, I had already surpassed it. But strangely, I kept running, and now it was just Soyeon and I. With the mindset of running on the same line as Soyeon Sonbyeol, I sped up a little more. I caught up to Soyeon, but even that little bit more effort was killing me. Sweat beads obscured my vision, and my clothes were soaked and uncomfortable. My breath was pounding so fast that I couldn't even open my mouth. My joints were screaming in pain and exhaustion, and they seemed to creak. The moment I reached 80 laps, they both stopped at the same time.
Here and there, cheers and applause erupted, saying the new students were amazing. Senior Soyeon spoke to me, but it was more like a blank stare, my focus blurred, and my head spun. When I opened my eyes, everything overlapped, and I saw a white ceiling. An IV was placed on my right wrist, and when I looked at the clock, it was 11 PM. The muscles all over my body were sending signals that they were in pain, and when I turned my head, Yeshuhua was lying face down, sleeping. Then, the curtains opened with a creaking sound.
Homework is killing me....