The next morning, Ivy joined me on my 15-mile run. As I stepped out of my house, I spotted Ivy waiting for me outside. She looked like a zombie, her eyes droopy and her back hunched over.
"Do you always look like this when you wake up?" I teased.
"Morning. I'm not really a morning person," she yawned loudly.
She looked like she barely knew where she was. We started the run shortly after, and she began to lag behind me. Soon, however, she snapped out of her drowsiness and started to match my pace.
But that only lasted for seven miles, which was impressive in its own right. I left her behind and continued on my own. I ran the full 15 miles, then met up with her again in the park where I usually exercise.
She looked at me with a bewildered expression.
"How are you so fit?" she muttered. Her face was pale from the earlier run.
"Practice. You'll get used to it over time."
