Locker Room
This is a true story. The names have been changed.
"Let's go! Keep running!" my coach yelled as I passed him on the track. It was my senior year of high school. I had just turned eighteen. I was 6' 2, 160 pounds, most of it muscle. I had been running track every year since the beginning of my high school career, so I was a pretty good runner. My coaches name was Mr. Ryan. He was about six feet and about the same weight as me. He had strawberry red hair. Mr. Ryan was beaut...