Re: Run Like Hell - The Legend of Dillon Powers
"Let's see if we can get some mild cuts off it, half speed." Greg directed.
Dillon had been working hard to rehab his ankle over the past couple weeks since his visit to Dr. Hartman. Things had been progressing well but with the draft just days away Dillon was getting anxious to go at one hundred percent.
He took a sip from his water bottle and took a moment to take in his surroundings. Back at the place where his love for football really blossomed, Clackamas High, home of the Cavaliers. It seemed like ages since he was tearing up the field here. Since he'd been back he really began to realize how much he had missed it while he was away at EWU. This was Dillon's true home and he knew it always would be.
"Let's go Powers!" Greg shouted, snapping Dillon out of his daze.
Dillon lined up in a receiver's stance.
"Go!"
He jogged forward at about half speed, his ankle feeling solid.
"Cut!"
Dillon planted his foot in the ground and made a cut, pushing off at a little more than half speed. Everything seemed fine to him.
"Looked good, how's it feel?" Greg asked.
"Seemed fine, no pain. Seems stable." Dillon replied, hiding a smile.
"Let's do five more like that, then we'll pick up the pace."
Dillon ran through the five half speed reps without incident.
"Three quarter speed."
The reps at three quarter speed also went well.
"I feel good Greg. Real good."
"That's what we want."
"Should we go full speed?" Dillon asked, hopeful.
"Not today. We don't want to push our luck."
Dillon was frustrated with the answer but knew it was the right call. The last thing he needed was another setback.
Greg and Dillon headed to the weight room and went through their regular routine. When they finished Dillon headed for the scales.
"Two oh five. Nice progress." Greg said when he had finished adjusting the scale.
"Nice. I feel way stronger, more durable for sure."
"You should, sixteen pounds of muscle is a big deal. Wait until we get that last five on there."
"Let's see if we can get some mild cuts off it, half speed." Greg directed.
Dillon had been working hard to rehab his ankle over the past couple weeks since his visit to Dr. Hartman. Things had been progressing well but with the draft just days away Dillon was getting anxious to go at one hundred percent.
He took a sip from his water bottle and took a moment to take in his surroundings. Back at the place where his love for football really blossomed, Clackamas High, home of the Cavaliers. It seemed like ages since he was tearing up the field here. Since he'd been back he really began to realize how much he had missed it while he was away at EWU. This was Dillon's true home and he knew it always would be.
"Let's go Powers!" Greg shouted, snapping Dillon out of his daze.
Dillon lined up in a receiver's stance.
"Go!"
He jogged forward at about half speed, his ankle feeling solid.
"Cut!"
Dillon planted his foot in the ground and made a cut, pushing off at a little more than half speed. Everything seemed fine to him.
"Looked good, how's it feel?" Greg asked.
"Seemed fine, no pain. Seems stable." Dillon replied, hiding a smile.
"Let's do five more like that, then we'll pick up the pace."
Dillon ran through the five half speed reps without incident.
"Three quarter speed."
The reps at three quarter speed also went well.
"I feel good Greg. Real good."
"That's what we want."
"Should we go full speed?" Dillon asked, hopeful.
"Not today. We don't want to push our luck."
Dillon was frustrated with the answer but knew it was the right call. The last thing he needed was another setback.
Greg and Dillon headed to the weight room and went through their regular routine. When they finished Dillon headed for the scales.
"Two oh five. Nice progress." Greg said when he had finished adjusting the scale.
"Nice. I feel way stronger, more durable for sure."
"You should, sixteen pounds of muscle is a big deal. Wait until we get that last five on there."
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