Tuesday

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“Ugh, fu, wha? Oh, I set an alarm last night, fuck me that’s loud. Worth it though so I'm not the reason everyone has to do fitness.”

You climb out of bed and you get a very non gentle reminder that you did legs yesterday.

“Oh… My ass, my thighs, my… those ones at the back of your legs, ow, ow, ow. Why does it hurt so bad.”

You hobble around your room collecting clothes for a morning shower. The walk down the hall to the showers is agonizing but fortunately its still early in the morning and no one is up to see you struggle. Eventually you shower, get dressed, make yourself some toast and slowly begin moving towards the tennis court.

The 5 minute walk balloons to 10 minutes as part way through you are joined by Scarlett who is in no way sympathetic to your plight.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH you look like you just got fucked in the ass.” She laughs, very much enjoying your plight.

“You did all this yesterday why aren’t you like this?”

“I’ve been doing weights for a while now, as part of the weight loss I told you about the other day. I know the pain you are in now, trust me once you do it a few times your body gets used to it. But the next few weeks are going to be rough for you. Now, come on you don’t want to be late.”

She was right you didn’t want to be late especially with the new teacher/manager. You both arrive 10 minutes early and start some stretching. Scarlett shows you a few different stretches and by the time Flick rolls in (one minute before starting time) you are feeling a little more mobile.

At exactly 8:30am Ms Simmons calls you all in, dressed in a very professional looking blouse and skirt, she definitely gives off the same serious aura as yesterday.

“Back for another year Rebecca? I wasn't sure after what I heard last year you weren’t going to play again and Felicity as well? I wasn’t there but I heard it was a bit of a shitshow.”

Bec looks down at the ground avoiding the teachers gaze, “yes it wasn’t the best year, however this year will be better.”

“Well it had better be, if I'm **** to be involved with a team, I expect results. I don’t have any experience with tennis but as of this year a teacher is required to manage each team so here we are. Now I know we don’t start for another 8 weeks or so but as I said I expect results. So I will organise a trial against one of the other universities. When I have it organised I will let you know. Now, Rebecca I believe you have a training to run.”

With that training proceeds, most of the other girls are a little sore form gym yesterday so its not a particularly fitness oriented session but after Ms Simmons’ talk there is definitely and air of tension over the session. Like any good manager she leaves early and after training finishes Bec calls you and the rest of the team over.

“Obviously having our new manager looking over our shoulders is going to make things a little tense, but I don’t want it to affect our morale, we are still here to enjoy ourselves right?”

There’s a unanimous “mmmhmm” from the team at this and Bec really isn’t convinced.

“Oh come on guys, she’s a bitch yes but doing a trial against another uni will be good right?”

“Ugh, as long as it’s not UHC Tech, fuck those bitches, bunch of cheating sluts.” Flick chimes in.

“Yeah I know they were awful, but Miss Simmons and her permanent angriness might help there as well.” Bec continues trying to frame her in a positive light.

It wasn’t much of an enjoyable session but fortunately you had something to lighten you mood.