“Renée, hurry get out of bed! You have rugby practice in 45 minutes,” Renée’s mom yelled from the kitchen where she was cooking breakfast. Her mother was a very good cook making breads and cakes and everything in between. There was always something good to eat in Renée’s house. Renée frantically jumped out of bed and put on her rugby clothes with those painful cleats and rushed downstairs for breakfast. She remembered that she had to drive to the field today and it would take at least a half an hour. She had no time to chat, she had to hurry and get to the field if she was late the whole team had to run laps or do thousands of pushups. So she grabbed a piece of toast and headed out the door.

It was a rainy day in midtown Australia. The rain was coming down so hard you could barely see a mile away. All the cars windshield wipers were going off full speed to get the water off of the windshields. Renée wondered as she drove if there would still be practice because of the rain, but she remembered her coach say at the beginning of the season,

“We will be practicing whether the weather is sunny, breezy, rainy or snowy.” So she knew that there would be practice without a doubt.

She arrived to the field just barely in time. She parked and locked her car and ran to the dusty field that they had to practice on. It was a pathetic field to have to play on. Where was the grass? She didn’t really mind it though because she loved to play the game.

“Carter get over here, hustle,” the coach yelled to me. He always called players by their last name.

“I am hurrying as fast as I can coach,” Renée said to her coach. Most people would think of the coach as a big mean man, but in reality he was a very loving person. He was always there for Renée when she needed someone to talk to.

They got in their group huddle to decide who would start practice because the tam had too many people to play at once. As usual, Renée was to play first. She got out there and had a blast running and screaming.