My legs are burning. I collapse onto the turf, exhausted, and I sincerely doubt I have the strength left to stand. Except I have to, because everyone around me springs back up at the sound of Coach Lucy’s whistle. Turns out Lucy is indeed tough. My instincts were right about that.

I guess we need that. I just didn’t expect to be in this much pain during training. It’s not like I’m right out of the minors or something. I thought I was in pretty good shape. I can see Coach ...