For as long as he could remember, Mark had been most at home either in the gym or on the field. In many ways, he had been and continued to be a lot like the stereotypical jock. He had never been particularly bright and had always pulled grades that were mediocre at best, but he'd always been big, strong, and athletic. Despite the new muscle he'd managed to add to his frame over the last month though, right now the only part he could feel was the big.
It wasn't long until Coach confirmed his fears. His unreadable expression had dropped and he now wore a sympathetic look as he began to speak. "I'm really sorry buddy, but I can't use you in this kind of shape. You got the mass but there's no speed. You ain't gonna be able to stop anyone if you can't keep up with 'em."
"Yeah I know," Mark said sadly. He couldn't blame Coach for any of this. There was no denying that he was out of shape despite all the working out he'd done over the last month. All that work hadn't gotten him anything except for kicked out of the one thing that he was really good at. "Sorry I screwed up, Coach."
Coach opened his mouth to object, but thought better of it and simply patted Mark on the shoulder instead. Wanting to do nothing more than crawl into bed and sleep for a week, Mark headed back to his room.
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