Tamara started out again, circling the gym, now even further behind everyone else for having had to stop and talk to McClure. As much as she tried to catch back up, she just couldn’t manage it, making her more angry and frustrated. Eventually the rest of the team was sitting in a circle, and McClure was chivvying her along.
“Come on, Tamara. Pick up the pace. Push through it. Everyone is waiting on you!”
Anger at the humiliation made her take longer, faster strides, but not without consequence to her lungs. She finished her last lap, and mowed down McClure, crashing into him. He was heavier than Tamara was, but she had momentum and knocked him out of place.
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