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cereal. How many calories did you need every day? Oh, wait, there were 150
calories if you counted the milk, but that was skim milk, and only one-half
cup. She definitely had more than that in her bowl, and the milk definitely was
not skim. She had never tried skim milk and didn’t think she’d like it. Her
grandmother, after all, said that any other kind of milk was just white-colored
water.
Addie went back to the nutrition label as she crunched on her
cereal. Incredibly, there was one whole gram of fat in there. To confuse
things, the label listed four different kinds of fats. There was saturated fat,
trans fat, polyunsaturated and monounsaturated fat. She blew out a sigh. This
was way confusing. She moved on to the carbohydrates. This time there were
twenty six, but only thirteen were from sugar. Root beer had almost three times
as much sugar than cereal. That was interesting. And the cereal had fiber, too.
Was that important? Since it was on the nutrition label it was either really
good for you or really bad. She considered having a banana, too, but decided
against it figuring she had eaten enough calories already and didn’t want to
overdo it.
Confused as ever, Addie pushed the box away, drained the bowl, and
then put her dirty dishes in the sink. Just as she finished a quick note to her
mother, telling her where she was going, there was a knock on the front door.
Addie knew Kimi would be standing on the other side of the door.
“Hi, Addie,” Kimi said. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Did you stretch yet?”
“Nope.” Addie closed the front door behind her and stepped onto
the porch beside her friend. Kimi wore a tank top with a Nike symbol on it and
what looked like running shorts. Addie couldn’t help but feel self-conscience
about her clothes. Maybe she could get her mom to buy her some workout gear
like Kimi’s. And a lacrosse stick. And cleats maybe. What else? Oh, a faceguard
thingie and a mouth guard, too.
“Nice and slow,” Kimi said and reached down to touch her toes.
“We’ll do a short stretch now, jog to the end of the street, and then head back
to my house to work out, okay?”
“You’re the boot camp boss, so whatever you think is best.”
Kimi turned her head and gave Addie a wicked grin. “Oh, you are
going to be so sorry you said that.”
Addie groaned and followed Kimi in a few more stretches and then
down the porch steps into a jog. The full bowl of cereal sat like a lump of
clay in her stomach as she tried to keep up with Kimi. Maybe tomorrow she would
skip breakfast entirely and just eat lunch after she and Kimi practiced at the
park with Brooke. Yeah, that seemed like a much better idea, because jogging on
a full stomach was kind of making her sick.
“Kimi, Kimi,” Addie gasped after they’d only been jogging for a
few minutes. She bent over on the side walk trying not to be sick.
Kimi sprinted back. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to
throw up.”
Addie closed her eyes and fought back her nausea. All she could do
was nod her head twice.
“Was it something you ate?” Kimi squatted in
front of her. “I get that sometimes if I eat too much and then try to go for a
run.”
Addie took a deep breath and stood up straight. “I just finished
breakfast when you knocked on the door.”
“Oh,” Kimi said knowingly. “We have to give
your system a chance to digest some of the food before we head out into
battle.”
“Battle?”
Kimi stood up tall, lifted her arms up, and flexed both biceps.
“Lacrosse! Making women into warriors, one game at a time.”
Addie cracked up. Yeah, she’d like to be a woman warrior!
“C’mon, Addie, let’s walk back to my house and get some water. We
can boot camp it up when your stomach feels better. Maybe in, like, a half hour
or something.”
As they walked back to Kimi’s house, Addie caught her breath
sufficiently and began to feel better. The Frooty-O’s cereal lump was
cereal. How many calories did you need every day? Oh, wait, there were 150
calories if you counted the milk, but that was skim milk, and only one-half
cup. She definitely had more than that in her bowl, and the milk definitely was
not skim. She had never tried skim milk and didn’t think she’d like it. Her
grandmother, after all, said that any other kind of milk was just white-colored
water.
Addie went back to the nutrition label as she crunched on her
cereal. Incredibly, there was one whole gram of fat in there. To confuse
things, the label listed four different kinds of fats. There was saturated fat,
trans fat, polyunsaturated and monounsaturated fat. She blew out a sigh. This
was way confusing. She moved on to the carbohydrates. This time there were
twenty six, but only thirteen were from sugar. Root beer had almost three times
as much sugar than cereal. That was interesting. And the cereal had fiber, too.
Was that important? Since it was on the nutrition label it was either really
good for you or really bad. She considered having a banana, too, but decided
against it figuring she had eaten enough calories already and didn’t want to
overdo it.
Confused as ever, Addie pushed the box away, drained the bowl, and
then put her dirty dishes in the sink. Just as she finished a quick note to her
mother, telling her where she was going, there was a knock on the front door.
Addie knew Kimi would be standing on the other side of the door.
“Hi, Addie,” Kimi said. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be, I guess.”
“Did you stretch yet?”
“Nope.” Addie closed the front door behind her and stepped onto
the porch beside her friend. Kimi wore a tank top with a Nike symbol on it and
what looked like running shorts. Addie couldn’t help but feel self-conscience
about her clothes. Maybe she could get her mom to buy her some workout gear
like Kimi’s. And a lacrosse stick. And cleats maybe. What else? Oh, a faceguard
thingie and a mouth guard, too.
“Nice and slow,” Kimi said and reached down to touch her toes.
“We’ll do a short stretch now, jog to the end of the street, and then head back
to my house to work out, okay?”
“You’re the boot camp boss, so whatever you think is best.”
Kimi turned her head and gave Addie a wicked grin. “Oh, you are
going to be so sorry you said that.”
Addie groaned and followed Kimi in a few more stretches and then
down the porch steps into a jog. The full bowl of cereal sat like a lump of
clay in her stomach as she tried to keep up with Kimi. Maybe tomorrow she would
skip breakfast entirely and just eat lunch after she and Kimi practiced at the
park with Brooke. Yeah, that seemed like a much better idea, because jogging on
a full stomach was kind of making her sick.
“Kimi, Kimi,” Addie gasped after they’d only been jogging for a
few minutes. She bent over on the side walk trying not to be sick.
Kimi sprinted back. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to
throw up.”
Addie closed her eyes and fought back her nausea. All she could do
was nod her head twice.
“Was it something you ate?” Kimi squatted in
front of her. “I get that sometimes if I eat too much and then try to go for a
run.”
Addie took a deep breath and stood up straight. “I just finished
breakfast when you knocked on the door.”
“Oh,” Kimi said knowingly. “We have to give
your system a chance to digest some of the food before we head out into
battle.”
“Battle?”
Kimi stood up tall, lifted her arms up, and flexed both biceps.
“Lacrosse! Making women into warriors, one game at a time.”
Addie cracked up. Yeah, she’d like to be a woman warrior!
“C’mon, Addie, let’s walk back to my house and get some water. We
can boot camp it up when your stomach feels better. Maybe in, like, a half hour
or something.”
As they walked back to Kimi’s house, Addie caught her breath
sufficiently and began to feel better. The Frooty-O’s cereal lump was
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