You wonder why the coach demands you work out in the rain. You’re freezing your ass off even with your constant movement. The rain is pounding heavily on you and you groan. You sigh and lift your arms and try to catch the football that’s spiraling towards you. Your arms feel weak and heavy and all you want to do is sleep. Alas, your mind wandering is doing you no good. The football nails you dead on, right in your face. You fall, heavily, too weak to even bothering to brace yourself. You’re covered in mud, and you slide your fingers through the thick muck. Practice continues without you. You’re not surprised. The rest of the team moves on with their drills, and you watch in silence.  Without warning, or words, another body lands next to yours and rolls on his back in the gooey mess you’re stuck in.
“Dude. This is so much better than practice.”  
You chuckle. Yeah, much better than practice.
You both laugh, drowning out the sound of the rain that kept falling.