Savannah!
For a pair of women who liked to eat the way that she and Savannah did, they were pretty damn good at working out. Carys did her best to not miss a run with her best friend, and as they made it around the corner to Savannah's flat, she was glad she'd made it out this bright and early morning. James had been extremely fussy, and Drake was--well, he was no where to be found lately. It was a good thing her mother was sure that Carys was raising the child to be a heathen and would take him upon a moment's notice to give him as much of a proper upbringing as she could...
"I win," Carys let out as she crossed the front steps of the apartment building. She trotted a few paces past it before coming to a full halt, and turned with her hands on her hips to catch her breath. She hadn't realized the final sprint she'd automatically gone in, but, well, that was just her natural instinct to win, she supposed. Carys winced at the stitch in her side, but that would disappear after a bit.
It was almost like she was in pre-pre-season training, but at least now she got to bullshit with her best friend after her run instead of heading to the gym to lift weights for two hours. Carys pulled out her ponytail, still red in the face. Now that she wasn't moving at her top speed, her hunger was able to catch up and kick in. "Tell me you've got food ready, I'm starved."
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