Track

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After lunch, Wade went back to his apartment after lunch and began working on his next class for tomorrow. He had run through a couple of papers that he had the students write of just a paragraph of what they went over today. He wanted to make sure that each kid knew what was going on the class and it would show in these daily papers. Wade looked up at the clock and smiled and began to change into his sweatpants, running shoes, and a shirt over his under-armor that kept the wind from biting him to much. He grabbed a zipped up jacket before talking a jog toward the football field. He wished the school had a small indoor track, but for now this will do. Track didn't start till the spring, but since he had a couple of people in Track he knew that it would be time to start a workout schedule with each student so they can win in the spring.

Once at the track he waited at the  goal posts and began to stretch his legs out. He tossed the clipboard that had each students name and times. He didn't care how much they weighted as long as they could run or at least lift themselves over the bar. He grinned as he had looked up each person on Google to see how well they did at their past high schools and actually he was very impressed by many of the students. He wasn't going to tell the team that he looked at their past track records,  but really it wasn't illegal if it was in the newspaper and on state records. He finished stretching his ham-strings and waited for the team to show up. He had a bag for each student that had the track team outfits.
His Outfit

Tyler Reynolds

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    In the past, track had always been a secondary, complimentary sport for Fitz. It had always come after riding, but he'd enjoyed it, and it had kept him in shape for riding. Still, like with everything else, Fitz had been quite competitive, and had the natural build to succeed in the sport if he worked hard enough. He'd signed up at Blue Ridge to ensure that he would keep running, though he had done so even before track practices started, and he was no stranger to Blue Ridge's treadmills and running around the football field. Still, it would be nice to have organized practices with a coach that would push him. 

    He'd been told that they would meet on the football field, so he dressed in appropriate athletic clothing for the winter and laced on his sneakers. He filled a bottle of water before he made his way down to the field, and then walked down, hopeful that his team would be agreeable. He'd been on teams that hadn't gotten along before, and it hadn't been pleasant. He also hoped that the coach would be aware and accommodating with their riding schedule. Fitz had assumed that the other sports teams at Blue Ridge would all be fairly secondary since it was an equestrian school. 

    Reaching the football field, he spotted only one figure present, and made his way over to the goalpost to greet his new coach.      

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Cole, still a relatively new student, had not yet made many friends. He never had much trouble meeting new people, but since almost everybody at this school was invested in their work, it was difficult finding the time to truly get to know people. He hoped joining the track team would make it a bit easier, even if running was an individual sport. Something about everyone suffering through a hard run together brought people closer.

Track was one of the various sports his parents had him try to fluff up his extra-curricular resume. It was one of the few activities that really stuck. Enjoying the solitude that came with longer runs, Cole quickly became a fairly successful long-distance track runner. At first glance, he wasn't the most athletic or strong, but his willingness to persevere and work through hardships allowed him to excel in the sport.

Cole made his way to the football field in warm, high-end athletic gear that his parents had given him upon realizing his commitment to running. Seeing only two people on the field, he moved toward them, a scarf around his neck and his gloved hands in his pockets to keep his muscles warm before the workouts began. "Hey! I'm Cole McGregor," Cole said with a friendly smile to both his coach and his teammate, offering his hand to each in turn.

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    Jeanne-Claire's track team experience had been rather broken up, to be quite honest, as most meets were intercepted by horse shows, and she'd frequently blown off practices to attend her riding lessons. She'd never taken the sport terribly seriously, and only did it to make herself keep running. Running was, supposedly, pretty complimentary to riding, and it kept her in shape and looking good. She'd signed up at Blue Ridge with the same motives, not at all intending to take it seriously. Her tall, lean build gave her a degree of natural talent, and she was fit enough from riding constantly that, even without training extremely hard, she'd always been decent enough at running. 

    Having received notice for her first track practice, Jeanne-Claire had made a bit of a stronger effort to fit trips to the gym in between her lessons and schooling sessions. She wasn't terribly concerned about the team, and could only hope that her coach and teammates wouldn't be awful. The day of the first practice she pulled on her winter running clothes, layering up, tied her hair into a high ponytail, laced up her sneakers, and filled her water bottle before heading down to the football field. 

    Arriving, and assessing the two teammates (and coach) present, she grinned. All males, all gorgeous. She'd certainly be looking forward to practices! Sticking out a hand for the coach to shake, she introduced herself with a signature Jeanne-Claire grin, "Jeanne-Claire Augustin, pleasure to meet you." Turning to her two teammates, her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow, "Hello!" Thank God she could pull off running tights so well - she was fully aware that the outfit complimented her figure, and certainly wouldn't be afraid to use that to her advantage. 

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[Tyler Reynolds]

Surprisingly the track team finally had a coach. The senior rolled out of bed and got ready for the practice. Winter break and running didn't really mesh well, but he wouldn't say anything. He would try his best, or at least he supposed. Tyler really didn't know who was on the team and he was quite excited to find out. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked pretty good if he did say so himself.

Taking a deep breath and grabbing a sweatshirt before heading out the door and down the stairs. Tyler moved towards the track. He saw the football field and four figures stood. He smirked as he saw his favorite person. Jeanne-Claire. In fact she was the only person that he cared to remember the name of, the one other boy he knew from classes, or at least he thought he did. Introducing himself with a handshake to the other males and his name, "Tyler Reynolds."

Tyler muffled a chuckle as he watched Jeanne-Claire's eyes dance at the ratio of boys to girls, or girl, was more like it. Taking the team in one last time, he hopped that he would be able to get along with the two guys, the only troublemaker he knew about was Jeanne-Claire.