Dissatisfied Part 2

Yes, I am yet again dissatisfied. I ran the pacer in P. E. today, and my lungs feel like they have been stomped on to a bloody pulp. I honestly don't get it. Why make me run laps? My friend and I decided to be lazy and just stop at a small number of laps. Can you blame us? I don't care if people think I'm weak because of it, because honestly I'm not nearly one of them most out of shape kids in my grade. So lay off, state. I'll look how I want to.