You feel shy like a guy on his first date. You are holding a bag behind your back as you meet Coach at the track at dawn on the track.
"What you got there," Coach asked.
"I thought you might like something to eat this early in the morning." you stammer.
"Do I look like I need something to eat?
"No, Coach."
"Doughnuts, eh. How did you know?"
Coach patted his belly thoughtfully.
"Show me what you got, son." he said. "These can wait."
You run a few sprints and Coach times you.
"Pretty good times. You should be good for the team with this. How's your endurance? Can you run the distance?"
Coach looked in the bag and smiled. "A dozen, eh. You really think old Coach is a fat greedy fuck don't you?"
You blush.
"Run a mile for me. Let's see who can finish first."
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