Lisa loved running, and today was going to be perfect weather for it, too.
When she got to the park, she saw Aaron, her running partner. He was slouched over on a bench, looking miserable. "I sprained my ankle yesterday," he said moodily.
Lisa looked concerned. "Does that mean you can't run in Saturday's track meet? That's terrible, Aaron. You've been training for so long!"
Aaron sulked some more. "The doctor said it'll be at least ten days before I can run again."
"Well, you'll still come and cheer me on, right?" Lisa asked hopefully.
"Oh, I'll be there all right," Aaron suddenly sat up straight, looking more determined than he had moments earlier. "I'm the only person who can keep myself from running in Saturday's meet, and I'm going to be in that race," he insisted.
"What about your doctor's—"
"What about her?" Aaron interrupted. "I'll stay off my feet and ice my ankle for two days. I'll be just fine by Saturday."
